And how are you?" said Winnie-the-Pooh. Eeyore shook his head from side to side. "Not very how," he said. "I don't seem to have felt at all how for a long time." "Dear, dear," said Pooh, "I'm sorry about that. Let's have a look at you.

When I was One, I had just begun. When I was Two, I was nearly new. When I was Three I was hardly me. When I was Four, I was not much more. When I was Five, I was just alive. But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever, So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.

What I say is that, if a man really likes potatoes, he must be a pretty decent sort of fellow.

Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.

A pipe in the mouth makes it clear that there has been no mistake-you are undoubtedly a man.

No doubt Jack the Ripper excused himself on the grounds that it was human nature.

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