Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't.

I have been Foolish and Deluded, and I am a Bear of No Brain at All.

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

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.

When you are a Bear of Very Little Brain, and you Think of Things, you find sometimes that a Thing which seemed very Thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out into the open and has other people looking at it.

A day without a friend is like a pot without a single drop of honey left inside.

How sweet to be a Cloud. Floating in the Blue!