There seemed to be no end to this wood, and no beginning, and no difference in it, and, worse of all, no way out

The Wild Wood is pretty well populated by now; with all the usual lot, good, bad, and indifferent--I name no names. It takes all sorts to make a world.

For my life, I confess to you, feels to me today somewhat narrow and circumscribed.

The whole wood seemed running now, running hard, hunting, chasing, closing in round something or - somebody? In panic, he began to run too, aimlessly, he knew not whither.

Beyond the Wild Wood comes the wild world,"said the Rat."And that's something that doesn't matter, either to you or to me. I've never been there, and I'm never going' nor you either, if you've got any sense at all.

Badger hates Society, and invitations, and dinner, and all that sort of thing.

After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working.