“I have just made stories to please myself, because I never grew up.”

I fear that we shall be obliged to leave this pudding

When gentlemen wore ruffles, and gold-laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta – there lived a tailor in Gloucester.

A gentleman had a favourite cat whom he taught to sit at the dinner table where it behaved very well. He was in the habit of putting any scraps he left onto the cat’s plate.

I do so hate finishing books. I would like to go on with them for years.

For quiet, solitary and observant children create their own world and live in it, nourishing their imaginations on the material at hand.

Once upon a time there were three kittens, and their names were Mitten, Tom Kitten, and Moppet. They had dear little fur coats of their own; and they tumbled about the doorstep and played in the dust.

Mrs. Tiggy-winkle’s hand, holding the tea-cup, was very very brown, and very very wrinkly with the soap-suds; and all through her gown and her cap, there were HAIRPINS sticking wrong end out; so that Lucie didn’t like to sit too near her.

Here comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.

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.

It sometimes happens that the town child is more alive to the fresh beauty of the country than a child who is country born..

What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense…

Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were–Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.

I think if she lived in A little shoe-house That little old woman was Surely a mouse!

This is a fierce bad rabbit; look at his savage whiskers, and his claws and his turned-up tail.

With opportunity the world is very interesting.

Most people, after one success, are so cringingly afraid of doing less well that they rub all the edge off their subsequent work.