I'm not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost.
That's right," said Eeyore. "Sing. Umty-tiddly, umty-too. Here we go gathering Nuts and May. Enjoy yourself." "I am," said Pooh.
James gave the huffle of a snail in danger. And nobody heard him at all.
Pooh," said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain." "I know," said Pooh humbly.
It is a terrible thing for an author to have a lot of people running about his book without any invitation from him at all.
The average man finds life very uninteresting as it is. And I think the reason why is that he is always waiting for something to happen to him instead of setting to work to make things happen