Rivers Know This: There Is No Hurry.

I Wonder What Piglet Is Doing," Thought Pooh. "i Wish I Were There To Be Doing It, Too.

I Suppose That Every One Of Us Hopes Secretly For Immortality; To Leave, I Mean, A Name Behind Him Which Will Live Forever In This World, Whatever He May Be Doing, Himself, In The Next.

Nowhere Can I Think So Happily As In A Train.

What Distinguishes Cambridge From Oxford, Broadly Speaking, Is That Nobody Who Has Been To Cambridge Feels Impelled To Write About It.

What I Like Doing Best Is Nothing." "how Do You Do Nothing," Asked Pooh After He Had Wondered For A Long Time. "well, It's When People Call Out At You Just As You're Going Off To Do It, 'what Are You Going To Do, Christopher Robin?' And You Say, 'oh, Nothing,' And Then You Go And Do It. It Means Just Going Along, Listening To All The Things You Can't Hear, And Not Bothering." "oh!" Said Pooh.