Pooh & his Friends have much wisdom.

"Some people care too much. I think it's called love."............(Piglet)

"It says, 'For Someone Special,'" said Pooh. "That means it's for you!" said Piglet..........(Piglet)

"Pooh," said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain." "I know," said Pooh humbly.........(Rabbit and Pooh)

"Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get,they're things which get you.And all you can do is to go where they can find you.".........(Pooh)

"One can't complain. I have my friends. Someone spoke to me only yesterday."............(Eeyore)

"You can never tell with bees.".......(Pooh)

"Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon.".......(Pooh)

Before beginning a Hunt, it is wise to ask someone what you are looking for before you begin looking for it. -Pooh

It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?"-Winnie the Pooh

Just because an animal is large, it doesn't mean he doesn't want kindness; however big Tigger seems to be, remember that he wants as much kindness as Roo.-Winnie the Pooh

Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.-Winnie the Pooh

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.-Winnie the Pooh

When looking at your two paws, as soon as you have decided which of them is the right one, then you can be sure the other one is the left.-Winnie the Pooh

You can't stay in your corner of the forest, waiting for others to come to you; you have to go to them sometimes.-Winnie the Pooh

I heard the sun was coming, but i stayed up in my room.
I knew they all were singing songs but I was waiting for the moon,
to reflect the dimness of my heart,
its hollow lonely place,
where all alone it beat it beat,
sobbing softly in the dark.

Thinking of Someone

For you I have stored up an ocean of thought,
Quiet, transparent, bright.
Your arms encircle the city of sleep
Of my far off, beautiful dreams.

A lamp shines faintly through a cresent window.
It is your name, changes to gold and silver silk,
That has wraped me and entangled me
With half a century.

An ocean of thoughts
All stored in that quiet city moat-
The most beautiful language,
Sounds like beautiful flower petals,
That fall and clothe my body with dream.

HSIUNG HUNG (1940)

My true love hath my heart, & I have his -Sir Philip Sidney

My true Love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given;
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a better bargain driven.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own;
I cherish his because in me it bides.
His heart his wound recieved from my sight,
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as for me, on him his hurt did light,
So still mwthought in me his hurt did smart.
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss:
My true Love hath my heart, and I have his.