No Sensible Author Wants Anything But Praise.

And By And By Christopher Robin Came To The End Of Things, And He Was Silent, And He Sat There, Looking Out Over The World, Just Wishing It Wouldn't Stop.

There Was Once An Old Sailor My Grandfather Knew, Who Had So Many Things Which He Wanted To Do That, Whenever He Thought It Was Time To Begin, He Couldn't Because Of The State He Was In.

When You Are A Bear Of Very Little Brain, And You Think Of Things, You Find Sometimes That A Thing Which Seemed Very Thingish Inside You Is Quite Different When It Gets Out Into The Open And Has Other People Looking At It.

We Can’t All And Some Of Us Don’t. That’s All There Is To It.

When I Was One, I Had Just Begun. When I Was Two, I Was Nearly New. When I Was Three I Was Hardly Me. When I Was Four, I Was Not Much More. When I Was Five, I Was Just Alive. But Now I Am Six, I'm As Clever As Clever, So I Think I'll Be Six Now For Ever And Ever.