Dig a little deeper. Think of something that we've never thought of before.

Piglet: "How do you spell 'love'?" Winnie the Pooh: "You don't spell it...you feel it."

When having a smackerel of something with a friend, don't eat so much that you get stuck in the doorway trying to get out.

Chess has this in common with making poetry; that the desire for it comes upon the amateur in gusts.

WHERE did you say it was?' asked Pooh. Just here,' said Eeyore. Made of sticks?' Yes' Oh!' said Piglet. What?' said Eeyore. I just said "Oh!"' said Piglet nervously. And so as to seem quite at ease he hummed Tiddely-pom once or twice in a what-shall-we-do-now kind of way.

No brain at all, some of them [people], only grey fluff that's blown into their heads by mistake, and they don't Think.

I found a little beetle, so that beetle was his name