There was once an old sailor my grandfather knew, Who had so many things which he wanted to do That, whenever he thought it was time to begin, He couldn't because of the state he was in.

And really, it wasn’t much good having anything exciting like floods, if you couldn’t share them with somebody.

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

Dig a little deeper. Think of something that we've never thought of before.

Some have brains, and some haven't, and there it is.

Piglet opened the letter box and climbed in. Then, having untied himself, he began to squeeze into the slit, through which in the old days when front doors were front doors, many an unexpected letter than WOL had written to himself, had come slipping.

Pooh," said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain." "I know," said Pooh humbly.