A. A. Milne

She also considered very seriously what she would look like in a little cottage in the middle of the forest, dressed in a melancholy gray and holding communion only with the birds and trees; a life of retirement away from the vain world; a life into which no man came. It had its attractions, but she decided that gray did not suit her.

Pooh," said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain." "I know," said Pooh humbly.

His dress told her nothing, but his face told her things which she was glad to know.

For I am a bear of very little brain, and long words bother me.

Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering.

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.

If a statement is untrue, it is not the more respectable because it has been said in Latin.

Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.

It is a terrible thing for an author to have a lot of people running about his book without any invitation from him at all.

Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.

And if anyone knows anything about anything," said Bear to himself, "it's Owl who knows something about something," he said, "or my name's not Winnie-the-Pooh," he said. "which it is," he added. "so there you are.

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.

Any day spent with you is my favorite day. So today is my new favorite day.

Christopher Robin was sitting outside his door, putting on his Big Boots. As soon as he saw the Big Boots, Pooh knew that an Adventure was going to happen, and he brushed the honey off his nose with the back of his paw, and spruced himself up as well as he could, so as to look ready for Anything.

Is 'The Wind in the Willows' a children's book? Is 'Alice in Wonderland?' Is 'Treasure Island?' These are masterpieces which we read with pleasure as children, but with how much more pleasure when we are grown-up.

"I just like to know," said Pooh humbly.

One does not argue about The Wind in the Willows.

Love is taking a few steps backward, maybe even more ... to give way to the happiness of the person you love.

When I was young, we always had mornings like this.

Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing

Nowhere can I think so happily as in a train.