Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.
BEATRIX POTTERI think if she lived in A little shoe-house That little old woman was Surely a mouse!
More Beatrix Potter Quotes
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Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality.
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Thank goodness my education was neglected.
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We cannot stay home all our lives, we must present ourselves to the world and we must look upon it as an adventure.
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When gentlemen wore ruffles, and gold-laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta – there lived a tailor in Gloucester.
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This is a fierce bad rabbit; look at his savage whiskers, and his claws and his turned-up tail.
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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.
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Everything was romantic in my imagination.
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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.
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It is said that the effect of eating too much lettuce is ‘soporific’.
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I think prejudice and tradition count for three-quarters in matters of religion.
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I hold that a strongly marked personality can influence descendants for generations.
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Believe there is a great power silently working all things for good, behave yourself and never mind the rest.
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I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child.
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It sometimes happens that the town child is more alive to the fresh beauty of the country than a child who is country born..
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Sunday, January 27, 1884. — There was another story in the paper a week or so since.
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