You Never Can Tell With Bees.

When You Are Pretty Sure That An Adventure Is Going To Happen, Brush The Honey Off Your Nose And Spruce Yourself Up As Best You Can, So As To Look Ready For Anything.

One Does Not Argue About The Wind In The Willows.

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.

But Now I Am Six. And I'm Clever As Clever. And Now I Think I'll Stay Six Now Forever And Ever.

I Might Have Known,” Said Eeyore. “after All, One Can’t Complain. I Have My Friends. Somebody Spoke To Me Only Yesterday. And Was It Last Week Or The Week Before That Rabbit Bumped Into Me And Said ‘bother!’. The Social Round. Always Something Going On.