Promise you won't forget me, ever. Not even when I'm a hundred.

And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it.

Pooh," said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain." "I know," said Pooh humbly.

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

Well,” said Owl, “the customary procedure in such cases is as follows.” “What does Crustimoney Proseedcake mean?” said Pooh. “For I am a Bear of Very Little Brain, and long words Bother me.

When I was One, I had just begun. When I was Two, I was nearly new. When I was Three I was hardly me. When I was Four, I was not much more. When I was Five, I was just alive. But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever, So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.

I have been Foolish and Deluded, and I am a Bear of No Brain at All.