To seem natural rather than to be natural.

Chess has this in common with making poetry; that the desire for it comes upon the amateur in gusts.

In the quiet hours when we are alone and there is nobody to tell us what fine fellows we are, we come sometimes upon a moment in which we wonder, not how much money we are earning, nor how famous we have become, but what good we are doing.

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

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

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.

Oh, Eeyore, you are wet!” said Piglet, feeling him. Eeyore shook himself, and asked somebody to explain to Piglet what happened when you had been inside a river for quite a long time.