The Universe Knows What It's Doing. So

Enjoy The Simple, The Natural And The Plain. Along With That Comes The Ability To Do Things Spontaneously And Have Them Work.

"rabbit's Clever," Said Pooh Thoughtfully. "yes," Said Piglet, "rabbit's Clever." "and He Has Brain." "yes," Said Piglet, "rabbit Has Brain." There Was A Long Silence. "i Suppose," Said Pooh, "that That's Why He Never Understands Anything."

The Main Problem With This Great Obsession For Saving Time Is Very Simple: You Can't Save Time. You Can Only Spend It Wisely Or Foolishly. The Bisy Backson Has Practically No Time At All, Because He's Too Busy Wasting It By Trying To Save It. And By Trying To Save It, He Ends Up Wasting The Whole Thing.

The Play-it-safe Pessimists Of The World Never Accomplish Much Of Anything, Because They Don't Look Clearly And Objectively At Situations, They Don't Recognize Or Believe In Their Own Abilities To Overcome Even The Smallest Amount Of Risk.

By The Time It Came To The Edge Of The Forest, The Stream Had Grown Up, So That It Was Almost A River, And, Being Grown-up, It Did Not Run And Jump And Sparkle Along As It Used To Do When It Was Younger, But Moved Slowly. For It Knew Now Where It Was Going, And It Said To Itself, There Is No Hurry. We Shall Get There Some Day.