The Third-rate Mind Is Only Happy When

Think It Over, Think It Under.

She Also Considered Very Seriously What She Would Look Like In A Little Cottage In The Middle Of The Forest, Dressed In A Melancholy Gray And Holding Communion Only With The Birds And Trees; A Life Of Retirement Away From The Vain World; A Life Into Which No Man Came. It Had Its Attractions, But She Decided That Gray Did Not Suit Her.

I Don’t Feel Very Much Like Pooh Today," Said Pooh. "there There," Said Piglet. "i’ll Bring You Tea And Honey Until You Do.

Time Is Swift, It Races By; Opportunities Are Born And Die... Still You Wait And Will Not Try - A Bird With Wings Who Dares Not Rise And Fly.

Did You Ever Stop To Think, And Forget To Start Again?