It Looks Like A Bothering Sort Of

Ideas May Drift Into Other Minds, But They Do Not Drift My Way. I Have To Go And Fetch Them. I Know No Work Manual Or Mental To Equal The Appalling Heart-breaking Anguish Of Fetching An Idea From Nowhere.

In The Quiet Hours When We Are Alone And There Is Nobody To Tell Us What Fine Fellows We Are, We Come Sometimes Upon A Moment In Which We Wonder, Not How Much Money We Are Earning, Nor How Famous We Have Become, But What Good We Are Doing.

Nobody Can Be Uncheered With A Balloon.

Piglet Was So Excited At The Idea Of Being Useful That He Forgot To Be Frightened Any More, And When Rabbit Went On To Say That Kangas Were Only Fierce During The Winter Months, Being At Other Times Of An Affectionate Disposition, He Could Hardly Sit Still, He Was So Eager To Begin Being Useful At Once.

Promise You Won't Forget Me, Ever. Not Even When I'm A Hundred.