When I was young, we always had mornings like this.

How sweet to be a Cloud. Floating in the Blue!

It is hard to be brave, when you're only a Very Small Animal.

Eeyore, the old grey donkey, stood by the side of the stream and looked at himself in the water. "Pathetic," he said. "That's what it is. Pathetic."

I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget.

When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's the first thing you say to yourself?" "What's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "What do you say, Piglet?" "I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?" said Piglet. Pooh nodded thoughtfully. "It's the same thing," he said.

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