Halfway down the stairs, is a stair, where I sit. There isn't any, other stair, quite like, it. I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top; So this is the stair, where, I always, stop. Halfway up the stairs, isn't up, and isn't down. It isn't in the nursery, it isn't in the town. And all sorts of funny thoughts, run round my head: It isn't really anywhere! It's somewhere else instead!

One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.

Think it over, think it under.

The third-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking with the majority. The second-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking with the minority. The first-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking.

You can't stay in your corner of the forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.

Why does a silly bird go on saying "chiff-chaff" all day long? Is it happiness or hiccups?

Drinking your milk and talking at the same time may result in your having to be patted on the back and dried for quite a long time afterwords.