It Is Hard To Be

Some People Care Too Much. I Think It's Called Love.

On Tuesday, When It Hails And Snows, The Feeling On Me Grows And Grows That Hardly Anybody Knows If Those Are These Or These Are Those.

Christopher Robin Was Home By This Time, Because It Was The Afternoon, And He Was So Glad To See Them That They Stayed There Until Very Nearly Tea-time, And Then They Had A Very Nearly Tea, Which Is One You Forget About Afterwards, And Hurried On To Pooh Corner, So As To See Eeyore Before It Was Too Late To Have A Proper Tea With Owl.

Before Beginning A Hunt, It Is Wise To Ask Someone What You Are Looking For Before You Begin Looking For It.

Chess Has This In Common With Making Poetry; That The Desire For It Comes Upon The Amateur In Gusts.