Peter Lost One Of His

So Much Perfection Argues Rottenness Somewhere.

Once Upon A Time There Were Four Little Rabbits, And Their Names Were--flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, And Peter.

I Hold An Old-fashioned Notion That A Happy Marriage Is The Crown Of A Woman’s Life.

It Sometimes Happens That The Town Child Is More Alive To The Fresh Beauty Of The Country Than A Child Who Is Country Born. My Brother And I Were Born In London...but Our Descent, Our Interest And Our Joy Were In The North Country'. Quoted In The Tale Of Beatrix Potter A Biography By Margaret Lane, First Edition P 32-33

What We Call The Highest And The Lowest In Nature Are Both Equally Perfect. A Willow Bush Is As Beautiful As The Human Form Divine.