“Lots of people talk to animals…Not very many listen though, that’s the problem.”

Benjamin Hoff, The Tao of Pooh

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“By the time it came to the edge of the Forest the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and, being grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger, but moved more slowly. for it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, “There is no hurry. we shall get there some day.””

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Benjamin Hoff, The Tao of Pooh

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Benjamin Hoff, The Tao of Pooh

“While Eeyore frets and Piglet hesitates and Rabbit calculates and Owl pontificates, Pooh just is.”

Benjamin Hoff, The Tao of Pooh (via hyper-analytical)
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“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”
“What’s for breakfast? said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”
“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet.Pooh nodded thoughtfully.
“It’s the same thing,” he said.

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“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”

“What’s for breakfast? said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”

“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet.

Pooh nodded thoughtfully.

“It’s the same thing,” he said.

“The Athletic sort of Backson—one of the many common varieties—is concerned with physical fitness, he says. But for some reason, he sees it as something that has to be pounded in from the outside, rather than built up from the inside. Therefore, he confuses exercise with work. He works when he works, works when he exercises, and, more often than not, works when he plays. Work, work, work. All work and no play makes Backson a dull boy. Keep up for long enough, it makes him dead too… The Bisy Backson is always going somewhere, somewhere he hasn’t been. Anywhere but where he is… The main problem with this great obsession for Saving Time is very simple: you can’t save time. You can only spend it. But you can spend it wisely or foolishly. The Bisy Backson has practically no time at all, because he’s too busy wasting it by trying to save it. And by trying to save every bit of it, he ends up wasting the whole thing.”

from The Tao of Pooh by Benjamin Hoff (via oregonorgasm)

From The Tao of Pooh by Benjamin Hoff


  • Hoff: Say, Pooh, why aren't YOU busy?
  • Pooh: Because it's a nice day,
  • Hoff: Yes, but——
  • Pooh: Why ruin it?
  • Hoff: But you could be doing something Important.
  • Pooh: I am.
  • Hoff: Oh? Doing what?
  • Pooh: Listening.
  • Hoff: Listening to what?
  • Pooh: To the birds. And that squirrel over there.
  • Hoff: What are they saying?
  • Pooh: That it's a nice day,
  • Hoff: But you know that already,
  • Pooh: Yes, but it's always good to hear that somebody else thinks so too.
  • Hoff: Well, you could be spending your time getting Educated by listening to the Radio, instead.
  • Pooh: That thing?
  • Hoff: Certainly. How else will you know what's going on in the world?
  • Pooh: By going outside.
  • Hoff: Er...well...(Click.) Now just listen to this, Pooh.
  • Radio: Thirty thousand people were killed today when five jumbo airliners collided over downtown Los Angeles...
  • Pooh: What does that tell you about the world?
  • Hoff: Hmm. You're right. (Click.)...What are the birds saying now?
  • Pooh: That its a nice day.

such small hands: While sitting on the banks of the P’u river, Chuang-tse was approached...


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While sitting on the banks of the P’u river, Chuang-tse was approached by two representatives of the Prince of Ch’u, who offered him a position at court. Chuang-tse watched the water flowing by as if he had not heard. Finally, he remarked, “I am told that the Prince has a sacred tortoise, over two…

“"What’s this you’re writing?" asked Pooh, climbing
onto the writing table.
“The Tao of Pooh,” I replied.
“The how of Pooh?” asked Pooh, smudging
one of the words I had just written.
“The Tao of Pooh,” I replied, poking his paw
away with my pencil.
“It seems more like the ow! of Pooh,” said
Pooh, rubbing his paw.
“Well, it’s not,” I replied huffily.
“What’s it about?” asked Pooh, leaning
forward and smearing another word.
“It’s about how to stay happy and calm under
all circumstances!” I yelled.
“Have you read it?” asked Pooh”

The Tao of Pooh  (via humblyseeking)

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“As the mystical poet Han-shan wrote:

A scholar named Wang
Laughed at my poems
The accents are wrong,
He said,
Too many beats;
The meter is poor,
The wording impulsive.
I laugh at his poems
As he laughs at mine.
They read like
The words of a blind man
Describing the sun.”

Benjamin Hoff, The Tao of Pooh (via corgiwhisperer)