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.

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

I am worn to a raveling.

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.

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

I think if she lived in A little shoe-house That little old woman was Surely a mouse!

This is a fierce bad rabbit; look at his savage whiskers, and his claws and his turned-up tail.