Life Is So Much Friendlier With Two.

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

Wherever They Go, And Whatever Happens To Them On The Way, In That Enchanted Place On The Top Of The Forest, A Little Boy And His Bear Will Always Be Playing.

Sometimes,' Said Pooh, 'the Smallest Things Take Up The Most Room In Your Heart.

Come, Come, Come. Without A Monster Or Two It's Not A Quest, Merely A Gaggle Of Friends Wandering About.

Now Then, Pooh," Said Christopher Robin, "where's Your Boat?" "i Ought To Say," Explained Pooh As They Walked Down To The Shore Of The Island, "that It Isn't Just An Ordinary Sort Of Boat. Sometimes It's A Boat, And Sometimes It's More Of An Accident. It All Depends." "depends On What?" "on Whether I'm On The Top Of It Or Underneath It.