But [Pooh] couldn’t sleep. The more he tried to sleep the more he couldn’t. He tried counting Sheep, which is sometimes a good way of getting to sleep, and, as that was no good, he tried counting Heffalumps. And that was worse. Because every Heffalump that he counted was making straight for a pot of Pooh’s honey, and eating it all. For some minutes he lay there miserably, but when the five hundred and eighty-seventh Heffalump was licking its jaws, and saying to itself, Very good honey this, I don’t know when I’ve tasted better, Pooh could bear it no longer.
A. A. Milne
Ten percent of people
Ten percent of people can think, another ten percent of people think that they think, and eighty percent of people would rather die than be made to think. Ralph Waldo Emerson