The old grey donkey, Eeyore stood by himself in a thistly corner of the Forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, "Why?" and sometimes he thought, "Wherefore?" and sometimes he thought, "Inasmuch as which?" and sometimes he didn't quite know what he was thinking about.

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

Piglet opened the letter box and climbed in. Then, having untied himself, he began to squeeze into the slit, through which in the old days when front doors were front doors, many an unexpected letter than WOL had written to himself, had come slipping.

Oh Tigger, where are your manners?" "I don’t know, but I bet they’re having more fun than I am.

My spelling is Wobbly. It's good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places.

Pay attention to where you are going because without meaning you might get nowhere.

When I was young, we always had mornings like this.