What Ever Fortune Brings, Don't

I'll Give You Three Guesses, Rabbit. Digging Holes In The Ground? Wrong. Leaping From Branch To Branch Of A Young Oak Tree? Wrong. Waiting For Somebody To Help Me Out Of The River? Right. Give Rabbit Time, And He'll Always Get The Answer.

You Gave Me Christopher Robin, And Then You Breathed New Life In Pooh. Whatever Of Each Has Left My Pen Goes Homing Back To You. My Book Is Ready, And Comes To Greet The Mother It Longs To See -- It Would Be My Present To You, My Sweet, If It Weren't Your Gift To Me.

It Is A Terrible Thing For An Author To Have A Lot Of People Running About His Book Without Any Invitation From Him At All.

Never Forget Me, Because If I Thought You Would, I'd Never Leave.

Think It Over, Think It Under.