In wartime, truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies.
Nothing in life is so exhilarating as to be shot at without result.
All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
To support mother and father, to cherish partner and children, and to be engaged in peaceful occupation — this is the greatest blessing.
I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.
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.
Kanga said to Roo, "Drink up your milk first, dear, and talk afterwards." So Roo, who was drinking his milk, tried to say that he could do both at once . . . and had to be patted on the back and dried for quite a long time afterwards.
Now it happened that Kanga had felt rather motherly that morning, and Wanting to Count Things — like Roo's vests, and how many pieces of soap there were left, and the two clean spots in Tigger's feeder.
...and then he and Roo pushed each other about in a friendly way, and Tigger accidentally knocked over one or two chairs by accident, and Roo accidentally knocked over one on purpose, and Kanga said, "Now then, run along."