I Have Just Made Stories To Please

So Much Perfection Argues Rottenness Somewhere.

Peter Was Not Very Well During The Evening. His Mother Put Him To Bed, And Made Some Chamomile Tea: "one Table-spoonful To Be Taken At Bedtime.

There Is Something Delicious About Writing The First Words Of A Story. You Never Quite Know Where They'll Take You.

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.

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