Here comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.

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

I fear that we shall be obliged to leave this pudding

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!

So much perfection argues rottenness somewhere.

It is said that the effect of eating too much lettuce is 'soporific'.

I hold an old-fashioned notion that a happy marriage is the crown of a woman’s life.

The shorter and the plainer the better.

Most people, after one success, are so cringingly afraid of doing less well that they rub all the edge off their subsequent work.

I hold that a strongly marked personality can influence descendants for generations.

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.

I do so hate finishing books. I would like to go on with them for years.

Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were--Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.