Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.

I might have known,” said Eeyore. “After all, one can’t complain. I have my friends. Somebody spoke to me only yesterday. And was it last week or the week before that Rabbit bumped into me and said ‘Bother!’. The Social Round. Always something going on.

This writing business. Pencils and what-not. Over-rated, if you ask me. Silly stuff. Nothing in it.

And really, it wasn’t much good having anything exciting like floods, if you couldn’t share them with somebody.

One does not argue about The Wind in the Willows.

She also considered very seriously what she would look like in a little cottage in the middle of the forest, dressed in a melancholy gray and holding communion only with the birds and trees; a life of retirement away from the vain world; a life into which no man came. It had its attractions, but she decided that gray did not suit her.

If possible, try to find a way to come downstairs that doesn't involve going bump, bump, bump, on the back of your head.