What distinguishes Cambridge from Oxford, broadly speaking, is that nobody who has been to Cambridge feels impelled to write about it.

The more he looked inside the more Piglet wasn't there.

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.

Love is taking a few steps backward, maybe even more ... to give way to the happiness of the person you love.

Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude.

Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing

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