But Piglet is so small that he slips into a pocket, where it is very comfortable to feel him when you are not quite sure whether twice seven is twelve or twenty-two.

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.

Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.

I used to believe in forever, but forever's too good to be true

It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?

What ever fortune brings, don't be afraid of doing things.

If there ever comes a day when we can't be together, keep me in your heart. I'll stay there forever.