Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their
names were--Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter.
Beatrix Potter
The Tale of Peter Rabbit, opening words |
Don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden: your Father had an accident
there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.
Beatrix Potter
The Tale of Peter Rabbit |
In the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats
with flowered lappets - when gentlemen wore ruffles, and gold-laced
waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta - there lived a tailor in
Gloucester.
Beatrix Potter
The Tailor of Gloucester |
I am worn to a ravelling … I am undone and worn to a
thread-paper, for I have no more twist.
Beatrix Potter
The Tailor of Gloucester |
It is said that the effect of eating too much lettuce is 'soporific'.
Beatrix Potter
The Tale of the Flopsy Bunnies |
Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed
off some of the originality.
Beatrix Potter |
Most people, after one success, are so cringingly afraid of
doing less well that they rub all the edge off their subsequent
work.
Beatrix Potter |
All outward forms of religion are almost useless, and are
the causes of endless strife. . . . Believe there is a great
power silently working all things for good, behave yourself
and never mind the rest.
Beatrix Potter
Journals 1881-1897 |
I cannot rest, I must draw, however poor the result, and when
I have a bad time come over me it is a stronger desire than
ever.
Beatrix Potter
Journals |
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