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

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

What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood?

Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality.

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.

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

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.