Author Profession: Author
Born: July 28, 1866
Died: December 22, 1943
Most people, after one success, are so cringingly afraid of doing less well that they rub all the edge off their subsequent work.
Inspirational, Failure, People
I hold an old-fashioned notion that a happy marriage is the crown of a woman’s life.
Happy, Marriage, Crowns,
Don’t go into Mr. McGregor’s garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.
Father, Garden, Pie,
Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.
Lying, Flower, Eye
It is said that the effect of eating too much lettuce is ‘soporific’.
Too Much, Eating, Effect,
Here comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.
Easter, Bunnies, Peter
The shorter and the plainer the better.
Better, Language, Written Language
In the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets – when gentlemen wore ruffles, and gold-laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta – there lived a tailor in Gloucester.
Gentleman, Gold, Ruffles
So much perfection argues rottenness somewhere.
Perfection, Arguing, Famous,
Once upon a time there were three kittens, and their names were Mitten, Tom Kitten, and Moppet. They had dear little fur coats of their own; and they tumbled about the doorstep and played in the dust.
Cat, Dust, Names
Peter lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.
Lost Ones, Shoes, Cabbage
Thank goodness my education was neglected.
Homeschooling, Goodness, Neglected
This is a fierce bad rabbit; look at his savage whiskers, and his claws and his turned-up tail.
Rabbits, Savages, Tails
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.
Mother, Taken, Tea
It sometimes happens that the town child is more alive to the fresh beauty of the country than a child who is country born. My brother and I were born in London…but our descent, our interest and our joy were in the north country’. Quoted in The Tale of Beatrix Potter a Biography by Margaret Lane, First Edition p 32-33
Country, Brother, Children
I think prejudice and tradition count for three-quarters in matters of religion.
Thinking, Prejudice, Three
It sometimes happens that the town child is more alive to the fresh beauty of the country than a child who is country born
Country, Children, Alive
I fear that we shall be obliged to leave this pudding
Pudding, Obliged, Leave,
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. 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.
Fire, Hands, Tea
There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they’ll take you.
Writing, Stories, Firsts