She also considered very seriously what she would look like in a little cottage in the middle of the forest, dressed in a melancholy gray and holding communion only with the birds and trees; a life of retirement away from the vain world; a life into which no man came. It had its attractions, but she decided that gray did not suit her.

She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: "Winter is dead.

I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget.

You will be better advised to watch what we do instead of what we say.

Wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the forest, a little boy and his Bear will always be playing.

I was walking along looking for somebody, and then suddenly I wasn't anymore.

When you do the things that you can do, you will find a way.