Quotes from Beatrix Potter

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.

We cannot stay home all our lives, we must present ourselves to the world and we must look upon it as an adventure.

For quiet, solitary and observant children create their own world and live in it, nourishing their imaginations on the material at hand.

Believe there is a great power silently working all things for good, behave yourself and never mind the rest.

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

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

Thank goodness my education was neglected.

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

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.

The water was all slippy-sloppy in the larder and the back passage. But Mr. Jeremy liked getting his feet wet; nobody ever scolded him, and he never caught a cold.

But don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden.

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

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

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

I hold that a strongly marked personality can influence descendants for generations.

Believe there is a great power silently working all things for good, behave yourself and never mind the rest.

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

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.

Tuesday, November 17th. 1896 ... I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense.

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.

Thank goodness my education was neglected.

Most people, after one success, are so cringingly afraid of doing less well that they rub all the edge off their subsequent work.

The place is changed now, and many familiar faces are gone, but the greatest change is myself. I was a child then, I had no idea what the world would be like. I wished to trust myself on the waters and the sea. Everything was romantic in my imagination. The woods were peopled by the mysterious good folk. The Lords and Ladies of the last century walked with me along the overgrown paths, and picked the old fashioned flowers among the box and rose hedges of the garden.

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