Believe there is a great power silently working all things for good, behave yourself and never mind the rest.
BEATRIX POTTERSo much perfection argues rottenness somewhere.
More Beatrix Potter Quotes
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Peter lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.
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In the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets.
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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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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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So much perfection argues rottenness somewhere.
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I am worn to a raveling.
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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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What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood?
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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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All outward forms of religion are almost useless, and are the causes of endless strife.
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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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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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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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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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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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