“The hardest part is what to leave behind, It’s time to let go!”

I was walking along looking for somebody, and then suddenly I wasn’t anymore.

Let’s begin by taking a smallish nap or two.

Drinking your milk and talking at the same time may result in your having to be patted on the back and dried for quite a long time afterwords.

One of the advantages of being disorganized is the joy of discovery.

I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget.

Be sure to put the knocker fairly low on your door in case a very small friend drops by.

Chess has this in common with making poetry; that the desire for it comes upon the amateur in gusts.

When late morning rolls around and you’re feeling a bit out of sorts, don’t worry; you’re probably just a little eleven o’clockish.

How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

If you want to make a song more hummy, add a few tiddely poms.

I’m not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost.

I used to believe in forever, but forever’s too good to be true.

Life is so much friendlier with two.

It’s so much more friendly with two.

Just because an animal is large, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want kindness.

Washing, this modern behind the ears nonsense.