I think prejudice and tradition count for three-quarters in matters of religion.
BEATRIX POTTERThank goodness my education was neglected.
More Beatrix Potter Quotes
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Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were–Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.
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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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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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Sunday, January 27, 1884. — There was another story in the paper a week or so since.
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I think if she lived in A little shoe-house That little old woman was Surely a mouse!
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I hold an old-fashioned notion that a happy marriage is the crown of a woman’s life.
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One day puss did not take his place punctually, but presently appeared with two mice, one of which it placed on its master’s plate, the other on its own.
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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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This is a fierce bad rabbit; look at his savage whiskers, and his claws and his turned-up tail.
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I do so hate finishing books. I would like to go on with them for years.
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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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Peter lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.
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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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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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There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they’ll take you.
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