So he started to climb out of the hole. He pulled with his front paws, and pushed with his back paws, and in a little while his nose was in the open again ... and then his ears ... and then his front paws ... and then his shoulders ... and then-'Oh, help!' said Pooh, 'I'd better go back,' 'Oh bother!' said Pooh, 'I shall have to go on.' 'I can't do either!' said Pooh, 'Oh help and bother!

Piglet: "How do you spell 'love'?" Winnie the Pooh: "You don't spell it...you feel it."

Tiggers don't like honey.

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

I suppose that every one of us hopes secretly for immortality; to leave, I mean, a name behind him which will live forever in this world, whatever he may be doing, himself, in the next.

It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?

Christopher Robin ... just said it had an "x."' 'It isn't their necks I mind,' said Piglet earnestly. 'It's their teeth.