"It was just as if somebody inside him were saying, "Now then, Pooh, time for a little something."

“It is hard to be brave," said Piglet, sniffing slightly, "when you're only a Very Small Animal.”

“Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin.”

“Good morning, Pooh Bear", said Eeyore gloomily. "If it is a good morning", he said. "Which I doubt", said he.”

“It's a little Anxious," he said to himself, "to be a Very Small Animal Entirely Surrounded by Water.”

“Pooh looked at his two paws. He knew that one of them was the right, and he knew that when you had decided which one of them was the right, then the other one was the left, but he never could remember how to begin.”

“I shouldn't be surprised if it hailed a good deal tomorrow", Eeyore was saying. "Blizzards and what-not. Being fine today doesn't mean anything. It has no sig - what's that word? Well, it has none of that. It's just a small piece of weather.”