I have been Foolish and Deluded, and I am a Bear of No Brain at A... by A. A. Milne

I have been Foolish and Deluded, and I am a Bear of No Brain at All.

A. A. Milne

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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.

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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.

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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 don't. That's all there is to it." "Can't all what?" said Pooh, rubbing his nose. "Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush.

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But, of course, it isn't really Good-bye, because the Forest will always be there... and anybody who is Friendly with Bears can find it.

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Bores can be divided into two classes; those who have their own particular subject, and those who do not need a subject.

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

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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.

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Piglet was so excited at the idea of being Useful that he forgot to be frightened any more, and when Rabbit went on to say that Kangas were only Fierce during the winter months, being at other times of an Affectionate Disposition, he could hardly sit still, he was so eager to begin being useful at once.

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I'm not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may b... by A. A. Milne

I'm not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost.

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Bouncy trouncy flouncy pouncy fun fun fun fun fun. The most wonderful thing about tiggers is I'm the only one!

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Ideas may drift into other minds, but they do not drift my way. I have to go and fetch them. I know no work manual or mental to equal the appalling heart-breaking anguish of fetching an idea from nowhere.

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How sweet to be a Cloud. Floating in the Blue! by A. A. Milne

How sweet to be a Cloud. Floating in the Blue!

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This writing business. Pencils and what-not. Over-rated, if you a... by A. A. Milne

This writing business. Pencils and what-not. Over-rated, if you ask me. Silly stuff. Nothing in it.

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What day is it?" It's today," squeaked Piglet. My favorite day,"... by A. A. Milne

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

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But [Pooh] couldn't sleep. The more he tried to sleep the more he couldn't. He tried counting Sheep, which is sometimes a good way of getting to sleep, and, as that was no good, he tried counting Heffalumps. And that was worse. Because every Heffalump that he counted was making straight for a pot of Pooh's honey, and eating it all. For some minutes he lay there miserably, but when the five hundred and eighty-seventh Heffalump was licking its jaws, and saying to itself, "Very good honey this, I don't know when I've tasted better," Pooh could bear it no longer.

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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.

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Almost anyone can be an author; the business is to collect money... by A. A. Milne

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

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On Tuesday, when it hails and snows, The feeling on me grows and grows That hardly anybody knows If those are these or these are those.

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I suppose that by this time they had finished their dressing. Roger Scurvilegs tells us nothing on such important matters; no doubt from modesty. "Next morning they rose," he says, and disappoints us of a picture of Udo brushing his hair.

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It's so much more friendly with two. by A. A. Milne

It's so much more friendly with two.

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