So - here I am in the dark alone, There's nobody here to see; I think to myself, I play to myself, And nobody knows what I say to myself; Here I am in the dark alone, What is it going to be? I can think whatever I like to think, I can play whatever I like to play, I can laugh whatever I like to laugh, There's nobody here but me.

It looks like a bothering sort of day.

Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing

Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits.

Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude.

No sensible author wants anything but praise.

I might have known,” said Eeyore. “After all, one can’t complain. I have my friends. Somebody spoke to me only yesterday. And was it last week or the week before that Rabbit bumped into me and said ‘Bother!’. The Social Round. Always something going on.