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

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 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.

Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.

If one is to be called a liar, one may as well make an effort to deserve the name.

They’re funny things, Accidents. You never have them till you’re having them.

Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.

Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.

Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them.

Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits.

One of the advantages of being disorganized is that one is always having surprising discoveries.