It’s only the sea,’ said Moomintroll. ‘Every wave that dies on the beach sings a little song to a shell. But you mustn’t go inside because it’s a labyrinth and you may never come out again.

Storms probably exist only because after them we can have a sunrise.

But he thought all the strange words were beautiful, and he had never had a book of his own before.

One must use the night.

Maybe my passion is nothing special, but at least it's mine.

One has to discover everything for oneself. And get over it all alone.

Dogs are mute and obedient, but they have watched us and know us and can smell how pitiful we are.