quote by Mobutu Sese Seko

The chief is the chief. He is the eagle who flies high and cannot be touched by the spit of the toad.

— Mobutu Sese Seko

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Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.


Frog said, 'I wrote 'Dear Toad, I am glad that you are my best friend.

Your best friend, Frog.' 'Oh,' said Toad, 'that makes a very good letter.'Then Frog and Toad went out onto the front porch to wait for the mail. They sat there, feeling happy together.

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REALISM, n. The art of depicting nature as it is seem by toads. The charm suffusing a landscape painted by a mole, or a story written by a measuring-worm.

My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind;

So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.

You have to kiss a lot of toads before you find a handsome prince.


Think as I think," said a man, "or you are abominably wicked;

you are a toad." And after I thought of it, I said, "I will, then, be a toad.

Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.

Ask a toad what is beauty....; he will answer that it is a female with two great round eyes coming out of her little head, a large flat head, a yellow belly and a brown back.

The toad has indeed no superior as a destroyer of noxious insects, and he possesses no bad habits and is entirely inoffensive himself, every owner of a garden should treat him with utmost hospitality.

Swallow a toad in the morning and you will encounter nothing more disgusting the rest of the day.


The smell of that buttered toast simply spoke to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cozy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one's ramble was over and slippered feet were propped on the fender; of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries.

Every one at the bottom of his heart cherishes vanity;

even the toad thinks himself good-looking,--"rather tawny perhaps, but look at his eye!

Toad talked big about all he was going to do in the days to come, while stars grew fuller and larger all around them, and a yellow moon, appearing suddenly and silently from nowhere in particular, came to keep them company and listen to their talk.

If God had wanted us to be concerned for the plight of the toads, he would have made them cute and furry.

I am against people reaping where they have not sown.

But we have a saying that if you want to eat a toad you should look for a fat and juicy one.


The music of all creatures has to do with their loves, even of toads and frogs.

Is it not the same with man?

It is easy to find fault, if one has that disposition.

There was once a man who, not being able to find any other fault with his coal, complained that there were too many prehistoric toads in it.

The difference between love and logic is that in the eyes of a lover, a toad can be a prince, whereas in the analysis of a logistician, the lover would have to prove that the toad was a prince, an enterprise destined to dull the shine of many a passion.

If it is your duty to croak like the toad, then go ahead! And with all your might! Make them hear you!

Mick Jagger is about as sexy as a pissing toad.


To find a prince, you gotta kiss some toads.

The moan of the whip-poor-will from the hillside;

the boding cry of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm; the dreary hooting of the screechowl.

The poet Marianne Moore famously wrote of 'real toads in imaginary gardens,' and the labyrinth offers us the possibility of being real creatures in symbolic space...In such spaces as the labyrinth we cross over [between real and imaginary spaces]; we are really travelling, even if the destination is only symbolic.

I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.

I will be very sad when global warming and toxins kill off all the toads and frogs and salamanders. Here's hoping we, as humans, figure out a way to be less stupid.


I do not hate a proud man, as I do hate the engendering of toads.

Toads are conservative animals, I think, and not much given to expecting the best from fortune. Some weeks ago, well before the end of October, I accidentally dug up one while turning over some garden earth. I was surprised, naturally, when one of the clods heaved over on its die and there, in some annoyance, sat at toad.

Apparently you're not allowed to lick a toad's back.

I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers.

I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer -- and what trees and seasons smelled like -- how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odors is very rich.

Mum had done everything you need to educate a kid.

She made me a kid who likes books and she told me about 'Wind in the Willows' and read it and I thought this is weird, Rat, Mole, Toad and my first ever Bolshie thought - you know about 'The Wind in the Willows.'


Helpless, unknown, and unremembered, most human beings, however sensitive, idealistic, intelligent, go through life as passengers rather than chauffeurs. Although we may pretend that it is the chauffeur who is the social inferior, most of us, like Toad of Toad Hall, would not mind a turn at the wheel ourselves.

A careful observation of Nature will disclose pleasantries of superb irony.

She has for instance placed toads close to flowers.

I'm sure I've been a toad, one time or another.

With bats, weasels, worms...I rejoice in the kinship. Even the caterpillar I can love, and the various vermin.

A toad does not run in the daytime for nothing