I hold an old-fashioned notion that a happy marriage is the crown of a woman’s life.
BEATRIX POTTERHere comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.
More Beatrix Potter Quotes
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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.
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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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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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Most people, after one success, are so cringingly afraid of doing less well that they rub all the edge off their subsequent work.
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Peter lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.
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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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It is said that the effect of eating too much lettuce is ‘soporific’.
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All outward forms of religion are almost useless, and are the causes of endless strife.
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I think prejudice and tradition count for three-quarters in matters of religion.
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What we call the highest and the lowest in nature are both equally perfect. A willow bush is as beautiful as the human form divine.
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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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What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood?
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Thank goodness my education was neglected.
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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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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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