I think prejudice and tradition count for three-quarters in matters of religion.

Here comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.

Peter lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.

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.

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

Thank goodness my education was neglected.

Once upon a time there were three kittens, and their names were Mitten, Tom Kitten, and Moppet. They had dear little fur coats of their own; and they tumbled about the doorstep and played in the dust.