For a "Bear of very Little Brain," Winnie the Pooh has some good stuff to say:
*It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?"
*Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh," he whispered.
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw, "I just wanted to be sure of you."
*If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.
*Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.
*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.
*Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.
*A little Consideration, a little Thought for Others, makes all the difference.
*Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering.
*When late morning rolls around and you're feeling a bit out of sorts, don't worry; you're probably just a little eleven o'clockish.
*Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon.
*"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best -- " and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.
*Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. And all you can do is go where they can find you.
*Before beginning a Hunt, it is wise to ask someone what you are looking for before you begin looking for it.
*If you want to make a song more hummy, add a few tiddely poms.
*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.
*If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together there is something you must always remember: you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think, but the most important thing is, even if we are apart, I'll always be with you.
Thank you, A.A. Milne...
Where The Sidewalk Ends
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.