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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.

Come, Come, Come. Without A Monster Or Two It's Not A Quest, Merely A Gaggle Of Friends Wandering About.

You Can't Help Respecting Anybody Who Can Spell Tuesday, Even If He Doesn't Spell It Right; But Spelling Isn't Everything. There Are Days When Spelling Tuesday Simply Doesn't Count.

Eeyore, The Old Grey Donkey, Stood By The Side Of The Stream And Looked At Himself In The Water. "pathetic," He Said. "that's What It Is. Pathetic."

For One Person Who Dreams Of Making Fifty Thousand Pounds, A Hundred People Dream Of Being Left Fifty Thousand Pounds.