“Always watch where you are going. Otherwise, you may step on a piece of the Forest that was left out by mistake.”

A bear, however hard he tries, grows tubby without exercise.

Any day spent with you is my favorite day. So today is my new favorite day.

Did you ever stop to think, and forget to start again?

Nowhere can I think so happily as in a train.

If you were a bird, and lived on high, You’d lean on the wind when the wind came by, You’d say to the wind when it took you away: ‘That’s where I wanted to go today!

Bores can be divided into two classes; those who have their own particular subject, and those who do not need a subject.

If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart. I’ll stay there forever.

Promise you won’t forget me, ever. Not even when I’m a hundred.

How sweet to be a Cloud. Floating in the Blue!

We can’t all and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.

Think, think, think.

Love is taking a few steps backward, maybe even more to give way to the happiness of the person you love.

The things that make me different are the things that make me.

Food is a subject of conversation more spiritually refreshing even than the weather, for the number of possible remarks about the weather is limited, whereas of food you can talk on and on and on.

We’ll be friends until forever, just you wait and see.

It is hard to be brave, when you’re only a very small animal.

And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.

The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.

Yet through all this stress the forest is maintained in marvelous beauty.

Tie your heart at night to mine, love, and both will defeat the darkness like twin drums beating in the forest against the heavy wall of wet leaves.

The soft light of morning falls upon ripening forests of oak and elm, walnut and hickory, and all Nature is thoughtful and calm.

All of the Vines that were acted & setup & had nice cameras, those weren’t the good Vines. The good Vines were, like, a random little kid in the middle of a forest, like, yelling.

If people in general could be got into the woods, even for once, to hear the trees speak for themselves, all difficulties in the way of forest preservation would vanish.

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.