Skriver adskillige lystspil og en enkelt kriminalroman. Er i 9 år bidragyder til "Punch". Udgiver en række populære børnerim, som stadig er stadig elsket af engelske børn - men som dog ikke har fristet danske oversættere. Det har derimod historierne om "Peter Plys" - sønnens bamse - og hans venner Grislingen, Ninka Ninus, Æslet, Tigerdyret og de andre enkle - men eviggyldige - karakterer. Den første danske oversættelse kommer i 1930. Milne dør i 1956.
De som er kloge og som har hjerne, begriber aldrig nogenting.
"Det er forfærdelig svært at være m-m-modig", sagde Grisling, "når man kun er et meget lille dyr".
Det er altid godt at vide hvor man har sin familie og sine venner, uanset om man behøver dem eller ej.
Det er klogt at spørge nogen, hvad man leder efter, før man begynder at lede efter det.
Det er sjovere at tale med nogen, som ikke bruger lange, indviklede ord men i stedet korte og lette ord som "Hvad med frokost?" (Peter Plys)
Det er så meget venligere med to.
Det sner stadig. Og det fryser. Men vi har ikke haft et jordskælv for nylig.
Det var ikke særlig klogt sagt, Plys, sagde Grislingen. Peter Plys: Det var klogt, da det var inde i mit hoved, men så skete der noget på vejen ud.
Du er modigere end du tror, stærkere end du ser ud til, og klogere end du ved.
En af fordelene ved at være rodet, er at man hele tiden gør nye, spændende opdagelser.
Er du nogensinde stoppet op for at tænke, og glemt at starte igen? (Peter Plys)
Floder ved ikke dette: Der er ikke noget, der haster. Vi skal nok nå derhen en skønne dag. (Peter Plys)
For den ikke uddannede er et A bare 3 streger.
Folk siger, at ingenting er umuligt, men jeg laver ingenting hver dag. (Peter Plys)
Gad vide hvad Grisling laver. Jeg ville ønske, at jeg lavede det samme.
God morgen, Plysbjørn, hvis det da er en god morgen, hvad jeg tvivler om. (Æslet)
Jeg ville gemme en lille smule til min fødselsdag", sagde han, men når alt kommer til alt, hvad er en fødselsdag? Her i dag og borte i morgen. Værsgo, Tigger.
God morgen, Plysbjørn, hvis det da er en god morgen, hvad jeg tvivler om.
Gode venner kan lave alting sammen - men kun de bedste venner er i stand til at lave ingenting sammen.
Hvilken dag er det i dag, spurgte Peter Plys. Det er i dag, svarede Grisling. Min yndlingsdag, sagde Peter Plys.
Hvis der nogensinde kommer en dag, hvor vi ikke kan være sammen, så gem mig i dit hjerte. Jeg bliver der for evigt. (Peter Plys)
Hvis du bliver 100 år, så håber jeg, at jeg bliver 100 år minus 1 dag, så jeg aldrig skal leve uden dig! (Peter Plys)
Hvis du bliver inviteret til en fest, er det sikkert en fejltagelse. Vær sikker på, at de giver dig skylden, hvis det regner. (Æslet)
Hvor heldig er jeg, at jeg har noget, der gør det så svært at sige farvel. (Peter Plys)
Hvor slemme tingene end ser ud, er der intet, der kunne være værre end at blive brugt som knagerække.
Hvordan staver man til kærlighed? spurgte Grisling. Man staver det ikke … Man føler det, svarede Peter Plys.
Inden du begynder at lede efter noget, er det klogt at vide, hvad du leder efter, inden du begynder at lede efter det.
Jeg er en bjørn med en meget lille hjerne - og lange ord generer mig.
Jeg plejede at tro på for evigt, men for evigt er for godt til at være sandt. (Peter Plys)
Kunsten ved at være lykkelig er at gøre sine glæder enkle.
Lov mig, at du altid vil huske dette: Du er modigere, end du tror, stærkere end du ser ud til og klogere, end du ved. (Peter Plys)
Man kan aldrig vide, hvad bier tænker.
Man kan ikke klage. Jeg har mine venner. Der var en, der talte til mig i går.
Mødre er som blomster. Hver enkelt er unik og smuk på deres egen måde. (Kængurubarnet)
Nogle gange er det de mindste ting, der fylder mest i hjertet. (Peter Plys)
Nogle mennesker bekymrer sig for meget. Jeg, tror, det er det, man kalder kærlighed. (Peter Plys)
Nogle mennesker taler med dyr. Der er dog ikke mange, der lytter. Det er problemet. (Peter Plys)
Organisere gør man, før man gør noget, for at det, man gør, ikke skal gå i kludder.
Plys kiggede på sine 2 poter. Han vidste, at den ene var den højre. Og han vidste, at når man havde bestemt, hvad for en, der var den højre, så var den anden den venstre. Men han kunne ikke huske, hvor han skulle begynde.
Ukrudt er også blomster, når man først lærer dem at kende.
Små hjerter kan også føle store ting. (Grisling)
Venner ved alt om dig, selv det du ikke ved.
Venskab er den bedste gave du kan få.
Vi har to hænder til at holde med, to ben til at gå med, to øjne til at se, to ører for at kunne høre. Men hvorfor har vi kun ét hjerte? Det er sikkert, fordi det andet hjerte er givet væk til en anden, som vi selv er nødt til at finde.
Vi skal være venner for altid, ikke også, Plys? spurgte Grisling. Endnu længere end det, svarede Peter Plys.
A little patch I was keeping for my birthday, he said; but after all, what are birthdays? Here today and gone tomorrow. Help yourself, Tigger.
I don't see much sense in that, said Rabbit. No, said Pooh humbly, there isn't. But there was going to be when I began it. It's just that something happened to it along the way.
It is awfully hard to be b-b-brave, said Piglet, when you are only a Very Small Animal.
A little consideration, a little thought for others, makes all the difference.
Always watch where you are going. Otherwise, you may step on a piece of the Forest that was left out by mistake.
Before beginning a Hunt, it is wise to ask someone what you are looking for before you begin looking for it.
Beware of ideas others come up with for rescuing you from the river, especially if they involve dropping a heavy stone right on you.
Bouncy or coffy, it's all thing same at the bottom of the river.
Do join in the search for a lost friend-or-relation. But don't be surprised when nobody bothers to tell you he's been found and you search on alone for two days.
Don't be surprised when you notice that your house is still standing, even though it seems as though somebody ought to have come and knocked it down. Maybe the figured the wind will do it.
Don't underestimate the value of doing nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering.
Everybody crowds round so in this forest. There's no space. I never saw a more spreading lot of animals in my life, and all in the wrong places.
Having your missing tail recovered is all well sand good, but remember that it will have to be reattached. With a hammer a nail.
How long does getting thin take? Pooh asked anxiously.
I am a Bear of Very Little Brain, and long words bother me.
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.
If you think rolling in the mud will help you look like a small black cloud, you are wrong. You'll still look like you-only dirtier.
If you want to make a song more hummy, add a few tiddely poms.
If you've been invited to a party, it's probably a mistake. Make sure they don't blame you if it rains
It is hard to be brave when you're only a Very Small Animal.
It is impossible to win gracefully at chess.
It isn't as if there was anything very wonderful about my little corner. Of course for people who like cold, wet, ulgy bits it is something rather special.
It's snowing still. And freezing. However we haven't had an earthquake lately.
It's so much friendlier with two.
Just when you think no one has taken any notice of your birthday, here come two friends with an empty honey pot and a broken balloon.
No give and take. No exchange of thoughts. It gets you nowhere, particularly if the other person's tail is only just in sight for the second half of the conversation.
Nobody tells me. Nobody keeps me informed. I make it 17 days come Friday since anybody spoke to me.
One can't complain. I have my friends. Someone spoke to me only yesterday.
One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.
Owl flew past a day or two ago and noticed me. He didn't actually say anything, mind you, but he knew it was me. Very friendly of him, I thought. Encouraging.
People who don't Think probably don't have Brains; rather, they have grey fluff that's blown into their heads by mistake.
Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. 'Pooh!' he whispered. 'Yes, Piglet?' 'Nothing,' said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. 'I just wanted to be sure of you.
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 looked at his two paws. He knew that one of them was the right, and he knew that when you had decided which one of them was the right, then the other was the left, but he never could remember how to begin.
Pooh, promise me you won't forget about me, ever. Not even when I am 100.' Pooh thought for a little. 'How old shall I be then?' '99.' Pooh nodded. 'I promise,' he said.
Poohsticks isn't as much fun as everyone thinks, especially if you are the one floating under the bridge.
Promise me, Pooh, that you won't forget me ever because if I thought you would, I wouldn't leave.
Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.
Sometimes, when people have quite finished taking a person's house, there are one or two bits which they don't want and are rather glad for the person to take back, if you know what I mean.
There are those who will wish you a good morning. If it is a good morning, which is doubtful.
They haven't got brains, any of them, only gray fluff that's blown into their heads by mistake.
To the uneducated, an A is just three sticks.
What I say is, if a man really likes potatoes, he must be a pretty decent sort of fellow.
When attempting a water rescue, try putting your tail into the water for the swimmer to catch on to. Of course, the tail will lose all feeling.
When somebody says how do you do, just say that you didn't.
When stuck in the river, it is best to dive and swim to the bank yourself before someone drops a large stone on your chest in an attempt to hoosh you there.
When trying to rescue friends from a tree, make sure the plan doesn't involve having everybody stand on your back.
When you shout, Is anybody at home? into a rabbit hole and a voice answers, No! it probably means you're not welcome.
When your house has quite disappeared, you mustn't complain. You still have all that snow to do with what you like.
Whenever a very bouncy animal arrives in the forest, and you are told that he has just come, the thing you should ask is: When is he going?
'Where are you going today?' says Pooh. 'Well that's very odd cos I was too.' Let's go togther,' says Pooh, says he. 'Let's go together,' says Pooh
Wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on top of the forest, a little boy and his bear will always be playing.
With all this snow, not to mention icicles and such-like, it isn't so hot in my field about three o'clock in the morning. In fact, quite-between-ourselves-and-don't-tell-anybody, it's cold.
You can't stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.