Some have brains, and some haven't, and there it is.

It is a terrible thing for an author to have a lot of people running about his book without any invitation from him at all.

Mind over matter, will make the Pooh unfatter.

It gets you nowhere if the other person's tail is only just in sight for the second half of the conversation.

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.

To her- Hand in hand we come Christopher Robin and I To lay this book in your lap. Say you're surprised? Say you like it? Say it's just what you wanted? Because it's yours- because we love you.

Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.