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.
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 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.
Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality.
With opportunity the world is very interesting.
I have just made stories to please myself, because I never grew up.
What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood?
There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they'll take you.
Oh, I wish I lived in a caravan!’ said Jimmy longingly. ‘How lovely it must be to live in a house that has wheels and can go away down the lanes and through the towns, and stand still in fields at night!