Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing
I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget.
When I was young, we always had mornings like this.
The more he looked inside the more Piglet wasn't there.
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.
Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits.