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.
A. A. MilneBy the time it came to the edge of the Forest, the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and, being grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger, but moved more slowly. For it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, โThere is no hurry. We shall get there some day.โ But all the little streams higher up in the Forest went this way and that, quickly, eagerly, having so much to find out before it was too late.
A. A. MilneNo brain at all, some of them [people], only grey fluff that's blown into their heads by mistake, and they don't Think.
A. A. MilneOf beer, an enthusiast has said that it could never be bad, but that some brands might be better than others.
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