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.

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.

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

Come along inside... We'll see if tea and buns can make the world a better place.

The Mole had long wanted to make the I acquaintance of the Badger. He seemed, by all accounts, to be such an important personage and, though rarely visible, to make his unseen influence felt by everybody about the place.

[The piano is] able to communicate the subtlest universal truths by means of wood, metal and vibrating air.