One makes a trip by day, but by night one sets out on a journey.

It was a particularly good evening to begin a book.

Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abundance of shiny paper, decorating and hiding everything and giving a feeling of reckless extravagance.

It’s strange,” Moominmamma thought. “Strange that people can be sad, and even angry because life is too easy. But that’s the way it is, I suppose. The only thing to do is to start life afresh.

You can't always be friendly. It's impossible, there isn't the time.

There are those who stay at home and those who go away, and it has always been so. Everyone can choose for himself, but he must choose while there is still time and never change his mind.

Someone who eats pancakes and jam can't be so awfully dangerous. You can talk to him.