No Sensible Author Wants Anything

Good Morning, Eeyore," Said Pooh. "good Morning, Pooh Bear," Said Eeyore Gloomily. "if It Is A Good Morning, Which I Doubt," Said He. "why, What's The Matter?" "nothing, Pooh Bear, Nothing. We Can't All, And Some Of Us Don't. That's All There Is To It." "can't All What?" Said Pooh, Rubbing His Nose. "gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush.

When You Wake Up In The Morning, Pooh," Said Piglet At Last, "what's The First Thing You Say To Yourself?" "what's For Breakfast?" Said Pooh. "what Do You Say, Piglet?" "i Say, I Wonder What's Going To Happen Exciting Today?" Said Piglet. Pooh Nodded Thoughtfully. "it's The Same Thing," He Said.

It Is Impossible To Win Gracefully At Chess.

One Of The Advantages Of Being Disorganized Is The Joy Of Discovery.

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.