He thought how sad it was to be an Animal who had never had a bunch of violets picked for him.

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

When we asked Pooh what the opposite of an Introduction was, he said "The what of a what?" which didn't help us as much as we had hoped, but luckily Owl kept his head and told us that the Opposite of an Introduction, my dear Pooh, was a Contradiction; and, as he is very good at long words, I am sure that that's what it is.

She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: "Winter is dead.

Almost anyone can be an author; the business is to collect money and fame from this state of being.

Good morning, Eeyore," said Pooh. "Good morning, Pooh Bear," said Eeyore gloomily. "If it is a good morning, which I doubt," said he. "Why, what's the matter?" "Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can't all, and some of us don't. That's all there is to it." "Can't all what?" said Pooh, rubbing his nose. "Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush.

To seem natural rather than to be natural.