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

What we call the highest and the lowest in nature are both equally perfect. A willow bush is as beautiful as the human form divine.

I fear that we shall be obliged to leave this pudding

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

I hold an old-fashioned notion that a happy marriage is the crown of a woman’s life.

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.