No sensible author wants anything but praise.

I found a little beetle, so that beetle was his name

Did I miss?" you asked. "You didn't exactly miss," said Pooh, "But you missed the balloon." "I'm so sorry," you said, and you fired again, and this time you hit the balloon and the air came slowly out, and Winnie-the-Pooh floated down to the ground.

When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's the first thing you say to yourself?" "What's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "What do you say, Piglet?" "I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?" said Piglet. Pooh nodded thoughtfully. "It's the same thing," he said.

Nowhere can I think so happily as in a train.

Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.

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