"I might have known,” said Eeyore. “After all, one can’t complain. I have my friends. Somebody spoke to me only yesterday. And was it last week or the week before that Rabbit bumped into me and said ‘Bother!’. The Social Round. Always something going on."
"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."
"If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear."
"Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day."
"Pooh,"said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain.""I know,"said Pooh humbly."
"But Piglet is so small that he slips into a pocket, where it is very comfortable to feel him when you are not quite sure whether twice seven is twelve or twenty-two."