We Can’t All And Some Of Us

Turn Around, Piglet. Step Lightly, Pooh. This Silly Ol' Dance Is Perfect For Two.

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

No Sensible Author Wants Anything But Praise.

The Third-rate Mind Is Only Happy When It Is Thinking With The Majority. The Second-rate Mind Is Only Happy When It Is Thinking With The Minority. The First-rate Mind Is Only Happy When It Is Thinking.

Come, Come, Come. Without A Monster Or Two It's Not A Quest, Merely A Gaggle Of Friends Wandering About.