Kenneth Grahame

“Bey­ond the Wild Wood comes the Wide World,” said the Rat. “And that’s some­thing that doesn’t mat­ter, either to you or me.

and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a bab­bling pro­ces­sion of the best stor­ies in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the in­sa­ti­able sea.

It’s my world, and I don’t want any other. What it hasn’t got is not worth hav­ing, and what it doesn’t know is not worth know­ing.