Don’t go into Mr. McGregor’s garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.
BEATRIX POTTERIn the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets.
More Beatrix Potter Quotes
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In the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets.
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So much perfection argues rottenness somewhere.
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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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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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What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood?
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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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It is said that the effect of eating too much lettuce is ‘soporific’.
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I have just made stories to please myself, because I never grew up.
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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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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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Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality.
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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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I do so hate finishing books. I would like to go on with them for years.
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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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