But Piglet is so small that he slips into a pocket, where it is very comfortable to feel him when you are not quite sure whether twice seven is twelve or twenty-two.

Thank you, Christopher Robin. You’re the only one who seems to understand about tails. They don’t think — that’s what’s the matter with some of these others. They’ve no imagination. A tail isn’t a tail...

Do you remember,” he said, “one of Holmes’s little scores over Watson about the number of steps up to the Baker Street lodging? Poor old Watson had been up and down them a thousand times,...

Almost anyone can be an author; the business is to collect money and fame from this state of being.

Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.

How do you spell ‘love’?” – Piglet”You don’t spell it…you feel it.” – Pooh

We’ll be Friends Forever, won’t we, Pooh?’ asked Piglet. Even longer,’ Pooh answered.”

What day is it?” It’s today, squeaked Piglet. My favorite day, said Pooh.

Some have brains, and some haven’t, … and there it is.

What I say is that, if a man really likes potatoes, he must be a pretty decent sort of fellow.

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.

You are BRAVER than you believe, and STRONGER than you seem,and SMARTER than you think

Some people talk to animals. Not many listen though. That’s the problem.

To her-Hand in hand we comeChristopher Robin and I To lay this book in your lap.Say you’re surprised?Say you like it?Say it’s just what you wanted?Because it’s yours-because we love you.

I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.

The things that make me different are the things that make me ME. -Piglet

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

clankety-clank” of the train adds a very soothing accompaniment. So soothing, indeed, that at any moment I can close my eyes and pass into a pleasant state of sleep.

How does one become butterfly?’ Pooh asked pensively.’You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar,’ Piglet replied.’You mean to die?’ asked Pooh.’Yes and no,’ he answered....

[A] quotation is a handy thing to have about, saving one the trouble of thinking for oneself, always a laborious business.”(The Record Lie)

What day is it?”It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.My favorite day,” said Pooh.

People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day.

I always did whatever I liked,” she said, “but now I really can do it.

Christopher Robin was home by this time, because it was the afternoon, and he was so glad to see them that they stayed there until very nearly tea-time, and then they had a Very Nearly...

Always watch where you are going. Otherwise, you may step on a piece of the Forest that was left out by mistake.

The Old Testament is responsible for more atheism, agnosticism, disbelief—call it what you will—than any book ever written; it has emptied more churches than all the counterattractions of cinema, motor bicycle and golf course.

James gave the huffle of a snail in danger. And nobody heard him at all.

Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. “Pooh?” he whispered.”Yes, Piglet?””Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s hand. “I just wanted to be sure of you.

One advantage of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries

Oh Tigger, where are your manners?””I don’t know, but I bet they’re having more fun than I am.

By the time it came to the edge of the Forest the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and, being grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along...

It is the best way to write poetry, letting things come.” -Winnie-the-Pooh

Tut, Tut, looks like rain

Well, I’ve got an idea,” said Rabbit, “and here it is. We take Tigger for a long explore, somewhere where he’s never been, and we lose him there, and next morning we find him again,...

DaffodowndillyShe wore her yellow sun-bonnet, She wore her greenest gown;She turned to the south wind And curtsied up and down.She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head,And whispered to her neighbor: “Winter is...

It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn’t use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like “What about lunch?

…”But 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...

Rabbit’s clever,” said Pooh thoughtfully.”Yes,” said Piglet, “Rabbit’s clever.””And he has Brain.””Yes,” said Piglet, “Rabbit has Brain.”There was a long silence.”I suppose,” said Pooh, “that that’s why he never understands anything.

It is hard to be brave, when you’re only a Very Small Animal.

Good morning, Eeyore,” said Pooh.”Good morning, Pooh Bear,” said Eeyore gloomily. “If it is a good morning, which I doubt,” said he.”Why, what’s the matter?””Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can’t all, and some of us...

On Wednesday, when the sky is blue,and I have nothing else to do,I sometimes wonder if it’s true That who is what and what is who.” – Winnie-the-Pooh

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...

I don’t feel very much like Pooh today,” said Pooh.”There there,” said Piglet. “I’ll bring you tea and honey until you do.

Some people care too much. I think it’s called love.

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.

escapist” literature. As I understand it, the adjective implies, a little condescendingly, that the life therein depicted cannot be identified with the real life which the critic knows so well in W.C.1: and may even...

Hallo, Eeyore,” said Christopher Robin, as he opened the door and came out. “How are you?””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...

Oh, Eeyore, you are wet!” said Piglet, feeling him. Eeyore shook himself, and asked somebody to explain to Piglet what happened when you had been inside a river for quite a long time.

Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits…

Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude.