I think prejudice and tradition count for three-quarters in matters of religion.
BEATRIX POTTERIt sometimes happens that the town child is more alive to the fresh beauty of the country than a child who is country born..
More Beatrix Potter Quotes
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Peter was not very well during the evening. His mother put him to bed, and made some chamomile tea: “One table-spoonful to be taken at bedtime.
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I am worn to a raveling.
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The shorter and the plainer the better.
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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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In the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets.
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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 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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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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Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality.
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Here comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.
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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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Then Mrs. Tiggy-winkle made tea – a cup for herself and a cup for Lucie. They sat before the fire on a bench and looked sideways at one another.
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For quiet, solitary and observant children create their own world and live in it, nourishing their imaginations on the material at hand.
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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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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.
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