It's snowing still, said Eeyore gloomily. So it is. And freezing. Is it? Yes, said Eeyore. However, he said, brightening up a little, we haven't had an earthquake lately.
Whatever fortune brings, don't be afraid of doing things.
My spelling is Wobbly. It's good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places.
We can't all, and some just don't. That's all there is to it.
There are some people who begin the Zoo at the beginning, called WAYIN, and walk as quickly as they can past every cage until they get to the one called WAYOUT, but the nicest people go straight to the animal they love the most, and stay there.
Almost anyone can be an author; the business is to collect money and fame from this state of being.
It was just as if somebody inside him were saying, Now then, Pooh, time for a little something.
Kanga said to Roo, Drink up your milk first, dear, and talk afterwards. So Roo, who was drinking his milk, tried to say that he could do both at once.. And had to be patted on the back and dried for quite a long time afterwards.
And how are you, said Winnie-the-Pooh. (..) Not very how, he said. I don't seem to have felt at all how for a long time.
Nearly eleven o'clock, said Pooh happily. You're just in time for a little smackerel of something.
And he respects Owl, because 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.
That's what Jagulars always do, said Pooh, much interested. They call 'Help! Help!' and then when you look up, they drop on you.
The third-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking with the majority. The second-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking with the minority. The first-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking.
I wrote somewhere once that the third-rate mind was only happy when it was thinking with the majority, the second-rate mind was only happy when it was thinking with the minority, and the first-rate mind was only happy when it was thinking.
They wanted to come in after the pounds, explained Pooh, so I let them. It's the best way to write poetry, letting things come.