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.

And that, said John, is that.

The things that make me different are the things that make me.

Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.

Owl,' said Rabbit shortly, 'you and I have brains. The others have fluff. If there is easy thinking to be done in this Forest - and when I say thinking I mean thinking - you and I must do it.

If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.

On Tuesday, when it hails and snows, The feeling on me grows and grows That hardly anybody knows If those are these or these are those.