I suppose that every one of us hopes secretly for immortality; to leave, I mean, a name behind him which will live forever in this world, whatever he may be doing, himself, in the next.

A quotation is a handy thing to have about, saving one the trouble of thinking for oneself, always a laborious business.

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

Gone out. Backson. Busy backson.

Let's begin by taking a smallish nap or two.

How long does getting thin take?

I'll give you three guesses, Rabbit. Digging holes in the ground? Wrong. Leaping from branch to branch of a young oak tree? Wrong. Waiting for somebody to help me out of the river? Right. Give Rabbit time, and he'll always get the answer.