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.

Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them.

Think, think, think.

One of the difficulties of thinking clearly about anything is that it is almost impossible not to form our ideas in words which have some previous association for us; with the result that our thought...

Lines and Squares Whenever I walk in a London street,I’m ever so careful to watch my feet;And I keep in the squares,And the masses of bears,Who wait at the corners all ready to eatThe sillies...

One of the advantages of being disorganized is that one is always having surprising discoveries.

Owl,” said Rabbit shortly, “you and I have brains. The others have fluff. If there is any thinking to be done in this Forest–and when I say thinking I mean thinking–you and I must do...

I wonder what Piglet is doing,” thought Pooh. “I wish I were there to be doing it, too.

I knew when I met you an adventure was going to happen.

A bear, however hard he tries, grows tubby without exercise.

Ah!” said Rabbit, who never let things come to him, but always went and fetched them.

She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head,And whispered to her neighbor: “Winter is dead.