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 POTTERWhat heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense…
More Beatrix Potter Quotes
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With opportunity the world is very interesting.
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I fear that we shall be obliged to leave this pudding
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I am worn to a raveling.
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All outward forms of religion are almost useless, and are the causes of endless strife.
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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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The place is changed now, and many familiar faces are gone, but the greatest change is myself.
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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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I was a child then, I had no idea what the world would be like. I wished to trust myself on the waters and the sea.
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It is said that the effect of eating too much lettuce is ‘soporific’.
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What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense…
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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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I think prejudice and tradition count for three-quarters in matters of religion.
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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.
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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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The woods were peopled by the mysterious good folk. The Lords and Ladies of the last century walked with me along the overgrown paths, and picked the old fashioned flowers among the box and rose hedges of the garden.
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