One does not argue about The Wind in the Willows.
When late morning rolls around and you're feeling a bit out of sorts, don't worry; you're probably just a little eleven o'clockish.
Mind over matter, will make the Pooh unfatter.
Time for a little something.
They're funny things, Accidents. You never have them till you're having them.
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.