7/28/2008

Beatrix Potter







'Even when the thunder growled in the distance and the wind swept up the valley in fitful gusts, oh, it was always beautiful, home sweet home, I knew nothing of trouble then.’


-Beatrix Potter
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Anonymous said...

According to my e-pal, Deogolwulf, similarly beautiful thoughts were expressed by Chateubriand:

http://curmudgeonjoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-parochialism.html

4:29 pm
Clairwil said...

Thanks for that link those are indeed beautiful thoughts.

11:37 pm

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