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When We Asked Pooh What The Opposite Of An Introduction Was, He Said "the What Of A What?" Which Didn't Help Us As Much As We Had Hoped, But Luckily Owl Kept His Head And Told Us That The Opposite Of An Introduction, My Dear Pooh, Was A Contradiction; And, As He Is Very Good At Long Words, I Am Sure That That's What It Is.

In The Quiet Hours When We Are Alone And There Is Nobody To Tell Us What Fine Fellows We Are, We Come Sometimes Upon A Moment In Which We Wonder, Not How Much Money We Are Earning, Nor How Famous We Have Become, But What Good We Are Doing.

It Is Impossible To Win Gracefully At Chess. No Man Has Yet Said "mate!" In A Voice Which Failed To Sound To His Opponent Bitter, Boastful And Malicious.

I'm Not Lost For I Know Where I Am. But However, Where I Am May Be Lost.

What I Say Is That, If A Man Really Likes Potatoes, He Must Be A Pretty Decent Sort Of Fellow.