A.A. Milne
A. A. Milne was born on 18 January 1882 in Kilburn, London, into a household where education was a daily reality. His father, John Vine Milne, ran the small independent school where Milne received his earliest lessons, giving him an unusually close introduction to the world of learning. From there he went on to Westminster School and then to Trinity College at the University of Cambridge, where his formation as a writer in the English language continued to develop.
The career that followed was wide-ranging by any measure. Milne worked as a journalist, an essayist, a poet, a short story writer, a novelist, a playwright, and a screenwriter, moving between forms and audiences with considerable range. He also served as a military officer at some point in his adult life, a role that sat alongside his literary output rather than replacing it. As a children's writer, he produced his most noted work: Winnie-the-Pooh, a title that stands as the clearest marker of his contribution to that corner of English literature. His citizenship was British, and English was the language in which all of his work was written.
Milne died on 31 January 1956 in Hartfield, having lived to the age of seventy-four. That final place of death, a location in England, is the last concrete detail the record offers about where his life came to its close.
Quotes by A.A. Milne
A.A. Milne's insights on:

If you were a bird and lived on high, / You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by, / You'd say to the wind when it took you away: / That's where I wanted to go today!

It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like ‘What about lunch?’

A house with daffodils in it is a house lit up, whether or no the sun be shining outside. Daffodils in a green bowl and let it snow if it will.

She turned to the sunlight and shook her yellow head, and whispered to her neighbor. Winter is dead.

He respects Owl, because you can't help respecting anybody who can spell TUESDAY, even if he doesn't spell it right; but spelling isn't everything. There are days when when spelling Tuesday simply doesn't count.

You can't help respecting anybody who can spell TUESDAY, even if he doesn't spell it right; but spelling isn't everything. There are days when spelling Tuesday simply doesn't count.

Good judgment comes from experience, and experience well, that comes from poor judgment.

There is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.

