I Did Know Once, Only I've Sort

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.

But Piglet Is So Small That He Slips Into A Pocket, Where It Is Very Comfortable To Feel Him When You Are Not Quite Sure Whether Twice Seven Is Twelve Or Twenty-two.

One Of The Advantages Of Being Disorderly Is That One Is Constantly Making Exciting Discoveries.

That's Right. You'll Like Owl. He Flew Past A Day Or Two Ago And Noticed Me. He Didn't Actually Say Anything, Mind You, But He Knew It Was Me. Very Friendly Of Him. Encouraging." Pooh And Piglet Shuffled About A Little And Said, "well, Good-bye, Eeyore" As Lingeringly As They Could, But They Had A Long Way To Go, And Wanted To Be Getting On. "good-bye," Said Eeyore. "mind You Don't Get Blown Away, Little Piglet. You'd Be Missed. People Would Say `where's Little Piglet Been Blown To?' -- Really Wanting To Know. Well, Good-bye. And Thank You For Happening To Pass Me.

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.