Always watch where you are going. Otherwise, you may step on a piece of the Forest that was left out by mistake.

And by and by Christopher Robin came to the end of things, and he was silent, and he sat there, looking out over the world, just wishing it wouldn't stop.

Pooh," said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain." "I know," said Pooh humbly.

Almost anyone can be an author; the business is to collect money and fame from this state of being.

I wonder what Piglet is doing," thought Pooh. "I wish I were there to be doing it, too.

Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh?" he whispered. "Yes, Piglet?" "Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's hand. "I just wanted to be sure of you.

By the time it came to the edge of the Forest, the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and, being grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger, but moved more slowly. For it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, “There is no hurry. We shall get there some day.” But all the little streams higher up in the Forest went this way and that, quickly, eagerly, having so much to find out before it was too late.