Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
But I'll tell you what hermits realize. If you go off into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you'll come to understand that you're connected with everything.
To support mother and father, to cherish partner and children, and to be engaged in peaceful occupation — this is the greatest blessing.
"If there's a buzzing-noise, somebody's making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you're a bee." And then he got up, and said: "And the only reason for making honey is so I can eat it." So he began to climb the tree.
"It's a little Anxious," he said to himself, "to be a Very Small Animal Entirely Surrounded by Water."
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.
How sweet to be a cloudFloating in the blue.
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.