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.

One does not argue about The Wind in the Willows.

Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing

I used to believe in forever, but forever's too good to be true

It is hard to be brave, when you're only a Very Small Animal.

James gave the huffle of a snail in danger. And nobody heard him at all.

Life is so much friendlier with two.