"I just like to know," said Pooh humbly.
His dress told her nothing, but his face told her things which she was glad to know.
We'll be Friends Forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet. Even longer,' Pooh answered.
To seem natural rather than to be natural.
This writing business. Pencils and what-not. Over-rated, if you ask me. Silly stuff. Nothing in it.
When I was One, I had just begun. When I was Two, I was nearly new. When I was Three I was hardly me. When I was Four, I was not much more. When I was Five, I was just alive. But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever, So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.