And I’d say to myself as I looked so lazily down at the sea: “There’s nobody else in the world, and the world was made for me.

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

The other day I met a man who didn't know where Tripoli was. Tripoli happened to come into the conversation, and he was evidently at a loss. "Let's see," he said. "Tripoli is just down by the - er - you know. What's the name of that place?" "That's right," I answered, "just opposite, Thingumabob. I could show you in a minute on a map. It's near - what do they call it?" At this moment the train stopped, and I got out and went straight home to look at my atlas.

His dress told her nothing, but his face told her things which she was glad to know.

But, of course, it isn't really Good-bye, because the Forest will always be there... and anybody who is Friendly with Bears can find it.

My spelling is Wobbly. It's good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places.

What ever fortune brings, don't be afraid of doing things.