Tut, Tut, looks like rain

It was a drowsy summer afternoon, and the Forest was full of gentle sounds, which all seemed to be saying to Pooh, 'Don't listen to Rabbit, listen to me.' So he got in a comfortable position for not listening to Rabbit.

This writing business. Pencils and what-not. Over-rated, if you ask me. Silly stuff. Nothing in it.

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 little Consideration, a little Thought for Others, makes all the difference.

To her- Hand in hand we come Christopher Robin and I To lay this book in your lap. Say you're surprised? Say you like it? Say it's just what you wanted? Because it's yours- because we love you.

The hardest part is what to leave behind, ... It's time to let go!