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.

Sing Ho for the Life of a Bear

A pekingeese is not a pet dog; he is an undersized lion.

One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.

You never can tell with bees.

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

Tell the innocent visitor from another world that two people were killed at Serajevo, and that the best that Europe could do about it was to kill eleven million more.