There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they'll take you.
Beatrix PotterSunday, January 27, 1884. -- There was another story in the paper a week or so since. A gentleman had a favourite cat whom he taught to sit at the dinner table where it behaved very well. He was in the habit of putting any scraps he left onto the cat's plate. One day puss did not take his place punctually, but presently appeared with two mice, one of which it placed on its master's plate, the other on its own.
Beatrix PotterIt sometimes happens that the town child is more alive to the fresh beauty of the country than a child who is country born
Beatrix Potter