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

It sometimes happens that the town child is more alive to the fresh beauty of the country than a child who is country born

So much perfection argues rottenness somewhere.

With opportunity the world is very interesting.

I have just made stories to please myself, because I never grew up.

I do so hate finishing books. I would like to go on with them for years.

I am worn to a raveling.