No Sensible Author Wants Anything But Praise.

Mind Over Matter, Will Make The Pooh Unfatter.

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.

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

Pooh Looked At His Two Paws. He Knew That One Of Them Was The Right, And He Knew That When You Had Decided Which One Of Them Was The Right, Then The Other One Was The Left, But He Never Could Remember How To Begin.

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.