Eeyore, the old grey donkey, stood by the side of the stream and looked at himself in the water. "Pathetic," he said. "That's what it is. Pathetic."

There must be somebody there, because somebody must have said "Nobody.

Chess has this in common with making poetry; that the desire for it comes upon the amateur in gusts.

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.

Owl hasn't exactly got Brain, but he Knows Things.

When you see someone putting on his Big Boots, you can be pretty sure that an Adventure is going to happen.

But now I am six. And I'm clever as clever. And now I think I'll stay six now forever and ever.