I fear that we shall be obliged to leave this pudding

Stop worrying about growing old. And think about growing up.

Everybody else is working to change, persuade, tempt and control them. The best readers come to fiction to be free of all that noise.

The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress.

Memories of the past are not memories of facts but memories of your imaginings of the facts.

Old age isn't a battle; old age is a massacre.

All that we don't know is astonishing. Even more astonishing is what passes for knowing.

You can no more make someone tell the truth than you can force someone to love you.

He had learned the worst lesson that life can teach - that it makes no sense.

It sometimes happens that the town child is more alive to the fresh beauty of the country than a child who is country born

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.

This is a fierce bad rabbit; look at his savage whiskers, and his claws and his turned-up tail.

Thank goodness my education was neglected.

I think prejudice and tradition count for three-quarters in matters of religion.

Peter lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.

I am worn to a raveling.

I think if she lived in A little shoe-house That little older woman was Surely a mouse!

Here comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.

So much perfection argues rottenness somewhere.