Mind over matter, will make the Pooh unfatter.

Owl hasn't exactly got Brain, but he Knows Things.

No sensible author wants anything but praise.

In the quiet hours when we are alone and there is nobody to tell us what fine fellows we are, we come sometimes upon a moment in which we wonder, not how much money we are earning, nor how famous we have become, but what good we are doing.

When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's the first thing you say to yourself?" "What's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "What do you say, Piglet?" "I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?" said Piglet. Pooh nodded thoughtfully. "It's the same thing," he said.

For one person who dreams of making fifty thousand pounds, a hundred people dream of being left fifty thousand pounds.

Come, come, come. Without a monster or two it's not a quest, merely a gaggle of friends wandering about.