Whereas men of an older school, like myself, smoke for the pleasure of smoking, men of this school smoke for the pleasure of pipe-owning-of selecting which of their many white-spotted pipes they will fill with their specially blended tobacco, of filling the one so chosen, of lighting it, of taking it from the mouth to gaze lovingly at the white spot and thus letting it go out, of lighting it again and letting it go out again, of polishing it up with their own special polisher and putting it to bed, and then the pleasure of beginning all over again with another white-spotted one.

And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it.

What I like doing best is Nothing." "How do you do Nothing," asked Pooh after he had wondered for a long time. "Well, it's when people call out at you just as you're going off to do it, 'What are you going to do, Christopher Robin?' and you say, 'Oh, Nothing,' and then you go and do it. It means just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering." "Oh!" said Pooh.

Walking with her man, Lost in a dream

Turn around, Piglet. Step lightly, Pooh. This silly ol' dance is perfect for two.

For one person who dreams of making fifty thousand pounds, a hundred people dream of being left fifty thousand pounds.

They wanted to come in after the pounds", explained Pooh, "so I let them. It's the best way to write poetry, letting things come.