There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they'll take you. — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
I have just made stories to please myself, because I never grew up. — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
Sunday, January 27, 1884. -- There was another story in the paper a week or so since. A gentleman had a favourite… — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the… — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
This is a fierce bad rabbit; look at his savage whiskers, and his claws and his turned-up tail. — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
“I am persuaded that the knots would have proved indigestible, whatever you may urge to the contrary.” — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
Don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor. — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
“For behind the wooden wainscots of all the old houses in Gloucester, there are little mouse staircases and secret trap-doors; and the mice run… — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
All outward forms of religion are almost useless, and are the causes of endless strife. Believe there is a great power silently working all… — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
Peter lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes. — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
I think if she lived in A little shoe-house That little old woman was Surely a mouse! — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
“ Tuesday, November 17th. 1896 ... I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What… — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
We cannot stay home all our lives, we must present ourselves to the world and we must look upon it as an adventure. — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
“everything he broke. He found a crooked sixpence under the hearth-rug; and upon Christmas Eve he and Hunca Munca stuffed it into one” — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
