But, Of Course, It Isn't Really Good-bye,

In The Quiet Hours When We Are Alone And There Is Nobody To Tell Us What Fine Fellows We Are, We Come Sometimes Upon A Moment In Which We Wonder, Not How Much Money We Are Earning, Nor How Famous We Have Become, But What Good We Are Doing.

Tell The Innocent Visitor From Another World That Two People Were Killed At Serajevo, And That The Best That Europe Could Do About It Was To Kill Eleven Million More.

What I Say Is That, If A Man Really Likes Potatoes, He Must Be A Pretty Decent Sort Of Fellow.

I Don't See Much Sense In That," Said Rabbit. "no," Said Pooh Humbly, "there Isn't. But There Was Going To Be When I Began It. It's Just That Something Happened To It Along The Way.

She Turned To The Sunlight And Shook Her Yellow Head, And Whispered To Her Neighbor: "winter Is Dead.