How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

A Proper Tea is much nicer than a Very Nearly Tea, which is one you forget about afterwards.

Some people care too much. I think it's called love.

The spring has sprung, the grass is rizz. I wonder where them birdies is?

Come, come, come. Without a monster or two it's not a quest, merely a gaggle of friends wandering about.

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

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.