For I Am A Bear Of Very

But It Isn't Easy,' Said Pooh. 'because Poetry And Hums Aren't Things Which You Get, They're Things Which Get You. And All You Can Do Is To Go Where They Can Find You.

Piglet: "how Do You Spell 'love'?" Winnie The Pooh: "you Don't Spell It...you Feel It."

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

Friendship," Said Christopher Robin, "is A Very Comforting Thing To Have.

It Looks Like A Bothering Sort Of Day.