In the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets - when gentlemen wore ruffles, and gold-laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta - there lived a tailor in Gloucester.

With opportunity the world is very interesting.

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

All outward forms of religion are almost useless, and are the causes of endless strife. Believe there is a great power silently working all things for good, behave yourself and never mind the rest.

Here comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.

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

There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they'll take you.