So Much Perfection Argues Rottenness Somewhere.

I Have Just Made Stories To Please Myself, Because I Never Grew Up.

This Is A Fierce Bad Rabbit; Look At His Savage Whiskers, And His Claws And His Turned-up Tail.

What Heaven Can Be More Real Than To Retain The Spirit-world Of Childhood?

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.

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