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Wealth Is Certainly A Most Desirable Thing, But Poverty Has Its Sunny Side, And One Of The Sweet Uses Of Adversity Is The Genuine Satisfaction Which Comes From Hearty Work Of Head Or Hand, And To The Inspiration Of Necessity, We Owe Half The Wise, Beautiful, And Useful Blessings Of The World.

Books Are Always Good Company If You Have The Right Sort.

If We Are All Alive Ten Years Hence, Let's Meet, And See How Many Of Us Have Got Our Wishes, Or How Much Nearer We Are Then Than Now.

The Fear Of Being An Old Maid Made Young Girls Rush Into Matrimony With A Recklessness That Astonishes.

Work Is Always My Salvation And I Will Celebrate It.

I'm Tired Of Praise; And Love Is Very Sweet, When It Is Simple And Sincere Like This.

I Don't Think It's Fair For Some Girls To Have Plenty Of Pretty Things, And Other Girls Nothing At All.

…often Between Ourselves And Those Nearest And Dearest To Us There Exists A Reserve Which It Is Very Hard To Overcome.

I Wish I Had No Heart, It Aches So.

It Takes People A Long Time To Learn The Difference Between Talent And Genius, Especially Ambitious Young Men And Women.

Life Is My University, And I Hope To Graduate From It With Some Distinction.

Money Is A Needful And Precious Thing, And When Well Used, A Noble Thing, But I Never Want You To Think It Is The First Or Only Prize To Strive For. I'd Rather See You Poor Men's Wives, If You Were Happy, Beloved, Contented, Than Queens On Thrones, Without Self-respect And Peace.

Men Are Often Bad, But Babies Never Are.

...and Clung More Closely To The Dear Human Love, From Which Our Father Never Means Us To Be Weaned, But Through Which He Draws Us Closer To Himself.

Resolved To Take Fate By The Throat And Shake A Living Out Of Her.

Persuasive Influences Are Better Than Any Amount Of Moralizing.

Now And Then, In This Workaday World, Things Do Happen In The Delightful Storybook Fashion, And What A Comfort That Is.

You May Try Your Experiment For A Week And See How You Like It. I Think By Saturday Night You Will Find That All Play And No Work Is As Bad As All Work And No Play

It Takes Three Or Four Women To Get Each Man Into, Through, And Out Of The World.

When Emerson's Library Was Burning At Concord, I Went To Him As He Stood With The Firelight On His Strong, Sweet Face, And Endeavored To Express My Sympathy For The Loss Of His Most Valued Possessions, But He Answered Cheerily, 'never Mind, Louisa, See What A Beautiful Blaze They Make! We Will Enjoy That Now.' The Lesson Was One Never Forgotten And In The Varied Lessons That Have Come To Me I Have Learned To Look For Something Beautiful And Bright.

She Had A Womanly Instinct That Clothes Possess An Influence More Powerful Over Many Than The Worth Of Character Or The Magic Of Manners.

I'm Perfectly Miserable; But If You Consider Me Presentable, I Die Happy.

…she'll Go And Fall In Love, And There's An End Of Peace And Fun, And Cozy Times Together.

Falling In Love

Christmas Won't Be Christmas Without Any Presents.

…men Never Forgive Like Women.

Nothing Remained But Loneliness And Grief.

Where I Wholly Love I Wholly Trust.

Elegance Has A Bad Effect On My Constitution.

Nothing Provokes Speculation More Than The Sight Of A Woman Enjoying Herself." -

She Preferred Imaginary Heroes To Real Ones, Because When Tired Of Them, The Former Could Be Shut Up In The Tin Kitchen Till Called For, And The Latter Were Less Manageable.

He Looked At Her An Instant, For The Effect Of The Graceful Girlish Figure With Pale, Passionate Face And Dark Eyes Full Of Sorrow, Pride And Resolution Was Wonderfully Enhanced By The Gloom Of The Great Room, And Glimpses Of A Gathering Storm In The Red Autumn Sky.

The Scar Will Remain, But It Is Better For A Man To Lose Both Arms Than His Soul; And These Hard Years, Instead Of Being Lost, May Be Made The Most Precious Of Your Lives, If They Teach You To Rule Yourselves.

People Cannot Be Molded Like Clay.

For With Eyes Made Clear By Many Tears, And A Heart Softened By The Tenderest Sorrow, She Recognized The Beauty Of Her Sister's Life—uneventful, Unambitious, Yet Full Of The Genuine Virtues Which 'smell Sweet, And Blossom In The Dust', The Self-forgetfulness That Makes The Humblest On Earth Remembered Soonest In Heaven, The True Success Which Is Possible To All.

Help One Another Is Part Of The Religion Of Our Sisterhood.

Good Books, Like Good Friends, Are Few And Chosen; The More Select, The More Enjoyable.

When Jo's Conservative Sister Meg Says She Must Turn Up Her Hair Now That She Is A "young Lady," Jo Shouts, "i'm Not! And If Turning Up My Hair Makes Me One, I'll Wear It In Two Tails Till I'm Twenty.... I Hate To Think I've Got To Grow Up, And Be Miss March, And Wear Long Gowns, And Look As Prim As A China Aster! It's Bad Enough To Be A Girl Anyway, When I Like Boys' Games And Work And Manners! I Can't Get Over My Disappointment In Not Being A Boy; And It's Worse Than Ever Now, For I'm Dying To Go And Fight With Papa, And I Can Only Stay At Home And Knit, Like A Poky Old Woman.

I Have Nothing To Give But My Heart So Full And These Empty Hands." "they're Not Empty Now.

I Think This Power Of Living In Our Children Is One Of The Sweetest Things In The World.

[jo To Her Mother] I Knew There Was Mischief Brewing. I Felt It And Now It's Worse Than I Imagined. I Just Wish I Could Marry Meg Myself, And Keep Her Safe In The Family.

Father Asked Us What Was God's Noblest Work. Anna Said Men, But I Said Babies. Men Are Often Bad, But Babies Never Are.

Jo's Face Was A Study Next Day, For The Secret Rather Weighed Upon Her, And She Found It Hard Not To Look Mysterious And Important. Meg Observed It, But Did Not Troubled Herself To Make Inquiries, For She Had Learned That The Best Way To Manage Jo Was By The Law Of Contraries, So She Felt Sure Of Being Told Everything If She Did Not Ask.

I'd Have A Stable Full Of Arabian Steeds, Rooms Piled With Books, And I'd Write Out Of A Magic Inkstand, So That My Works Should Be As Famous As Laurie's Music. I Want To Do Something Splendid Before I Go Into My Castle,-something Heroic, Or Wonderful,-that Won't Be Forgotten After I'm Dead. I Don't Know What, But I'm On The Watch For It, And Mean To Astonish You All, Some Day. I Think I Shall Write Books, And Get Rich And Famous; That Would Suit Me, So That Is My Favorite Dream.

…tomorrow Was Her Birthday, And She Was Thinking How Fast The Years Went By, How Old She Was Getting, And How Little She Seemed To Have Accomplished. Almost Twenty-five And Nothing To Show For It.

…misfortune Was Much More Interesting To Her Than Good Luck.

Happy Is The Son Whose Faith In His Mother Remains Unchallenged.

If I Didn't Care About Doing Right And Didn't Feel Uncomfortable Doing Wrong, I Should Get On Capitally.

My Only Answer Is, If My Grave Stood Open On One Side And You Upon The Other I'd Go Into My Grave Before I Would Take One Step To Meet You.

I Often Think Flowers Are The Angels' Alphabet Whereby They Write On Hills And Fields Mysterious And Beautiful Lessons For Us To Feel And Learn.

Hither,hither, From Thy Home,airy Sprite, I Bid Thee Come! Born Of Roses, Fed On Dew, Charms And Potions Canst Thow Brew? Bring Me Here, With Elfin Speed,the Fragment Philter Witch I Need; Make It Sweet And Swift And Stong, Spirite Amserw Now My Song Hither I Come, From My Airy Home, Afar Silver Moon. Take Magic Spell, And Use It Well. Or Its Powers Will Vanish Soon!

I'll Try And Be What He Loves To Call Me, 'a Little Woman,' And Not Be Rough And Wild, But Do My Duty Here Instead Of Wanting To Be Somewhere Else.

Our Actions Are In Our Own Hands, But The Consequences Of Them Are Not. Remember That, My Dear, And Think Twice Before You Do Anything.

The Mere Possession Of A Gun Is, In Itself, An Urge To Kill, Not Only By Design, But By Accident, By Madness, By Fright, By Bravado.

It's Lovely To See People So Happy.

Now I'm Beginning To Live A Little And Feel Less Like A Sick Oyster At Low Tide.

We'll All Grow Up Someday, Meg, We Might As Well Know What We Want. ~amy March~

The Patience And The Humility Of The Face She Loved So Well Was A Better Lesson To Jo Than The Wisest Lecture, The Sharpest Reproof.

...the Love, Respect, And Confidence Of My Children Was The Sweetest Reward I Could Receive For My Efforts To Be The Woman I Would Have Them Copy.

I Am Not Afraid Of Storms For I Am Learning How To Sail My Ship.

And The Good Fairy Said, I Won't Leave You Money Or Pretty Dresses But I Will Leave You The Spirit To Seek Your Fortune From Your Own Efforts.

John Brooke Is Acting Dreadfully, And Meg Likes It!

Girls Could Do Most Things As Well As Boys, And Some Things Better.

My Book Came Out; And People Began To Think That Topsy-turvy Louisa Would Amount To Something After All.

Self-pity In Its Early Stages Is As Snug As A Feather Mattress. Only When It Hardens Does It Become Uncomfortable.

A Time Will Come When You Will Find That In Gaining A Brief Joy You Have Lost Your Peace Forever.

Sympathy Is A Sweet Thing.

Be Comforted, Dear Soul! There Is Always Light Behind The Clouds.

He Was The First, The Only Love Her Life, And In A Nature Like Hers Such Passions Take Deep Root And Die-hard.

I've Learned To Check The Hasty Words That Rise To My Lips, And When I Feel That They Mean To Break Out Against My Will, I Just Go Away For A Minute, And Give Myself A Little Shake For Being So Weak And Wicked.

The Clocks Were Striking Midnight And The Rooms Were Very Still As A Figure Glided Quietly From Bed To Bed, Smoothing A Coverlid Here, Settling A Pillow There, And Pausing To Look Long And Tenderly At Each Unconscious Face, To Kiss Each With Lips That Mutely Blessed, And To Pray The Fervent Prayers Which Only Mothers Utter.

The Female Population Exceeds The Male, You Know, Especially In New England, Which Accounts For The High State Of Culture We Are In, Perhaps.

All Is Fish That Comes To The Literary Net. Goethe Puts His Joys And Sorrows Into Poems, I Turn My Adventures Into Bread And Butter.

You Have Grown Abominably Lazy, And You Like Gossip, And Waste Time On Frivolous Things, You Are Contented To Be Petted And Admired By Silly People, Instead Of Being Loved And Respected By Wise Ones.

I Love My Liberty Too Well To Be In A Hurry To Give It Up For Any Mortal Man.

Cast Your Bread Upon The Waters, And After Many Days It Will Come Back Buttered.

It's A Great Comfort To Have An Artistic Sister.

…in Silence Learned The Sweet Solace Which Affection Administers To Sorrow.

I Never Wanted To Go Away, And The Hard Part Now Is The Leaving You All. I'm Not Afraid, But It Seems As If I Should Be Homesick For You Even In Heaven.

But, Polly, A Principle That Can't Bear Being Laughed At, Frowned On, And Cold-shouldered, Isn't Worthy Of The Name.

The Humblest Tasks Get Beautified If Loving Hands Do Them.

…for No Matter How Lost And Soiled And Worn-out Wandering Sons May Be, Mothers Can Forgive And Forget Every Thing As They Fold Them Into Their Fostering Arms. Happy The Son Whose Faith In His Mother Remains Unchanged, And Who, Through All His Wanderings, Has Kept Some Filial Token To Repay Her Brave And Tender Love.

Forgive And Forget

Well, If I Can't Be Happy, I Can Be Useful, Perhaps.

I Think She Is Growing Up, And So Begins To Dream Dreams, And Have Hopes And Fears And Fidgets, Without Knowing Why Or Being Able To Explain Them.

So She Enjoyed Herself Heartily, And Found, What Isn't Always The Case, That Her Granted Wish Was All She Had Hoped.

I Keep Turning Over New Leaves, And Spoiling Them, As I Used To Spoil My Copybooks; And I Make So Many Beginnings There Never Will Be An End. (jo March)

...meg Learned To Love Her Husband Better For His Poverty, Because It Seem To Have Made A Man Of Him, Giving Him The Strength And Courage To Fight His Own Way, And Taught Him A Tender Patience With Which To Bear And Comfort The Natural Longings And Failures Of Those He Loved.

So She Doesn't Call Desertion, Poverty, And Hard Work Troubles? She's A Brave Little Girl, And I Shall Be Proud To Know Her.

I Want To Be Great, Or Nothing. I Won't Be A Commonplace Dauber, So I Don't Intend To Try Any More.

You Are The Gull, Jo, Strong And Wild, Fond Of The Storm And The Wind, Flying Far Out To Sea, And Happy All Alone.

Mrs. Jo Did Not Mean The Measles, But That More Serious Malady Called Love, Which Is Apt To Ravage Communities, Spring And Autumn, When Winter Gayety And Summer Idleness Produce Whole Bouquets Of Engagements, And Set Young People To Pairing Off Like The Birds.

The Violin - That Most Human Of All Instruments.

It Takes Very Little Fire To Make A Great Deal Of Smoke Nowadays, And Notoriety Is Not Real Glory.

Far Away There In The Sunshine Are My Highest Aspirations. I May Not Reach Them, But I Can Look Up And See Their Beauty, Believe In Them, And Try To Follow Where They Lead.

Ridicule Is Often Harder To Bear Than Self-denial.

. . . For When Women Are The Advisers, The Lords Of Creation Don't Take The Advice Till They Have Persuaded Themselves That It Is Just What They Intended To Do. Then They Act Upon It, And, If It Succeeds, They Give The Weaker Vessel Half The Credit Of It. If It Fails, They Generously Give Her The Whole.

Don't Shut Yourself Up In A Band Box Because You Are A Woman, But Understand What Is Going On, And Educate Yourself To Take Part In The World's Work, For It All Affects You And Yours.

But The Spirit Of Eve Is Strong In All Her Daughters.

November Is The Most Disagreeable Month In The Whole Year.

If You Dear Little Girls Would Only Learn What Real Beauty Is, And Not Pinch And Starve And Bleach Yourselves Out So, You'd Save An Immense Deal Of Time And Money And Pain. A Happy Soul In A Healthy Body Makes The Best Sort Of Beauty For Man Or Woman.

... For It Is The Small Temptations Which Undermine Integrity Unless We Watch And Pray And Never Think Them Too Trivial To Be Resisted.

I Did Fail, Say What You Will, For Jo Wouldn't Love Me.

Dear Me, If Men And Women Would Only Trust, Understand, And Help One Another As My Children Do, What A Capital Place The World Would Be!

…jo Loved A Few Persons Very Dearly And Dreaded To Have Their Affection Lost Or Lessened In Any Way.

People Want To Be Amused, Not Preached At, You Know. Morals Don't Sell Nowadays.

Don't Mind Me. I'm As Happy As A Cricket Here.

Work Is And Always Has Been My Salvation And I Thank The Lord For It.

Energy Is More Attractive Than Beauty In A Man.

Love Is A Great Beautifier.

My Father Taught In The Wise Way Which Unfolds What Lies In The Child

A Holiday Isn't A Holiday, Without Plenty Of Freedom And Fun.

The Thought That, Insignificant As She Was, She Yet Might Do Some Good, Made Her Very Careful Of Her Acts And Words, And So Anxious To Keep Head Contented And Face Happy, That She Forgot Her Clothes, And Made Others Do The Same. She Did Not Know It, But That Good Old Fashion Of Simplicity Made The Plain Gowns Pretty, And The Grace Of Unconsciousness Beautified Their Little Wearer With The Charm That Makes Girlhood Sweetest To Those Who Truly Love And Reverence It.

If People Really Want To Go, And Really Try All Their Lives, I Think They Will Get In; For I Don't Believe There Are Any Locks On That Door, Or Any Guards At The Gate. I Always Imagine It Is As It Is In The Picture, Where The Shining Ones Stretch Out Their Hands To Welcome Poor Christian As He Comes Up From The River.

The Dirt Is Picturesque, So I Don't Mind.

Liberty Must Not Be Abused.

Go On With Your Work As Usual, For Work Is A Blessed Solace.

…i Can't Help Seeing That You Are Very Lonely, And Sometimes There Is A Hungry Look In Your Eyes That Goes To My Heart.

If You Feel Your Value Lies In Being Merely Decorative, I Fear That Someday You Might Find Yourself Believing That’s All That You Really Are. Time Erodes All Such Beauty, But What It Cannot Diminish Is The Wonderful Workings Of Your Mind: Your Humor, Your Kindness, And Your Moral Courage. These Are The Things I Cherish So In You. I So Wish I Could Give My Girls A More Just World. But I Know You’ll Make It A Better Place." -- Marmee, Little Women

When We Make Little Sacrifices We Like To Have Them Appreciated, At Least.

Beth Could Not Reason Upon Or Explain The Faith That Gave Her Courage And Patience To Give Up Life, And Cheerfully Wait For Death. Like A Confiding Child, She Asked No Questions, But Left Everything To God And Nature, Father And Mother Of Us All, Feeling Sure That They, And They Only, Could Teach And Strengthen Heart And Spirit For This Life And The Life To Come.

There Are Many Beths In The World, Shy And Quiet, Sitting In Corners Till Needed, And Living For Others So Cheerfully That No One Sees The Sacrifices Till The Little Cricket On The Hearth Stops Chirping, And The Sweet, Sunshiny Presence Vanishes, Leaving Silence And Shadow Behind.

When I Had Youth I Had No Money; Now I Have The Money I Have No Time; And When I Get The Time, If I Ever Do, I Shall Have No Health To Enjoy Life. I Suppose It's The Discipline I Need; But It's Rather Hard To Love The Things I Do, And See Them Go By Because Duty Chains Me To My Galley. If I Ever Come Into Port With All Sails Set, That Will Be My Reward Perhaps.

We'll All Grow Up Meg, No Pretending We Won't.

She Began To See That Character Is A Better Possession Than Money, Rank, Intellect, Or Beauty, And To Feel That If Greatness Is What A Wise Man Has Defined It To Be, 'truth, Reverence, And Good Will,' Then Her Friend Friedrich Bhaer Was Not Only Good, But Great.

Every House Needs A Grandmother In It.

Prosperity Suits Some People, And They Blossom Best In A Glow Of Sunshine; Others Need The Shade, And Are The Sweeter For A Touch Of Frost.

The Small Hopes And Plans And Pleasures Of Children Should Be Tenderly Respected By Grown-up People, And Never Rudely Thwarted Or Ridiculed.

Fame Is A Pearl Many Dive For And Only A Few Bring Up. Even When They Do, It Is Not Perfect, And They Sigh For More, And Lose Better Things In Struggling For Them.

Dear Me! How Happy And Good We'd Be, If We Had No Worries!

Be Worthy Love, And Love Will Come.

Painful As It May Be, A Significant Emotional Event Can Be The Catalyst For Choosing A Direction That Serves Us - And Those Around Us - More Effectively. Look For The Learning.

Woman Work A Great Many Miracles.

I Think We Are All Hopelessly Flawed.

Now And Then Genius Carries All Before It, But Not Often. We Have To Climb Slowly, With Many Slips And Falls.

I Think Immortality Is The Passing Of A Soul Through Many Lives Or Experiences, And Such As Are Truly Lived, Used And Learned, Help On To The Next, Each Growing Richer, Happier And Higher, Carrying With It Only The Real Memories Of What Has Gone Before.

Don't Try To Make Me Grow Up Before My Time.

We Can't Any Of Us Do All We Would Like, But We Can Do Our Best For Every Case That Comes To Us, And That Helps Amazingly.

You Have A Good Many Little Gifts And Virtues, But There Is No Need Of Parading Them, For Conceit Spoils The Finest Genius. There Is Not Much Danger That Real Talent Or Goodness Will Be Overlooked Long, And The Great Charm Of All Power Is Modesty.

My Definition (of A Philosopher) Is Of A Man Up In A Balloon, With His Family And Friends Holding The Ropes Which Confine Him To Earth And Trying To Haul Him Down.

Family And Friends

Far Away There In The Sunshine Are My Highest Aspirations.

We've Got Minds And Souls As Well As Hearts; Ambition And Talents As Well As Beauty And Accomplishments; And We Want To Live And Learn As Well As Love And Be Loved. I'm Sick Of Being Told That Is All A Woman Is Fit For! I Won't Have Anything To Do With Love Until I Prove That I Am Something Beside A Housekeeper And A Baby-tender!

To Be Strong, And Beautiful, And Go Round Making Music All The Time. Yes, She Could Do That, And With A Very Earnest Prayer Polly Asked For The Strength Of An Upright Soul, The Beauty Of A Tender Heart, The Power To Make Her Life A Sweet And Stirring Song, Helpful While It Lasted, Remembered When It Died.

Jo Began To Dance A Jig,...amy Nearly Fell Out Of The Window In Her Surprise, And Meg Exclaimed, With Uplifted Hands, 'well I Do Believe The World Is Coming To An End!

And When They Went Away, Leaving Comfort Behind, I Think There Were Not In All The City Four Merrier People Than The Hungry Little Girls Who Gave Away Their Breakfasts And Contented Themselves With Bread And Milk On Christmas Morning.

I’m Not Like The Rest Of You; I Never Made Any Plans About What I’d Do When I Grew Up; I Never Thought Of Being Married, As You Did. I Couldn’t Seem To Imagine Myself Anything But Stupid Little Beth, Trotting About At Home, Of No Use Anywhere But There. I Never Wanted To Go Away, And The Hard Part Now Is Leaving You All. I’m Not Afraid, But It Seems As If I Should Be Homesick For You Even In Heaven.

Rome Took All The Vanity Out Of Me; For After Seeing The Wonders There, I Felt Too Insignificant To Live, And Gave Up All My Foolish Hopes In Despair.

He Was Poor, Yet Always Appeared To Be Giving Something Away; A Stranger, Yet Everyone Was His Friend; No Longer Young, But As Happy-hearted As A Boy; Plain And Peculiar, Yet His Face Looked Beautiful To Many.

Christmas Won't Be Christmas Without Any Presents," Grumbled Jo, Lying On The Rug. "it's So Dreadful To Be Poor!" Sighed Meg, Looking Down At Her Old Dress. "i Don't Think It's Fair For Some Girls To Have Plenty Of Pretty Things, And Other Girls Nothing At All," Added Little Amy, With An Injured Sniff. "we've Got Father And Mother, And Each Other," Said Beth Contentedly From Her Corner.

Meg's High-heeled Slippers Were Dreadfully Tight, And Hurt Her, Though She Would Not Own It; And Jo's Nineteen Hair-pins All Seemed Stuck Straight Into Her Head, Which Was Not Exactly Comfortable; But, Dear Me, Let Us Be Elegant Or Die.

...for A Girl With Eyes Like Hers Has A Will And Is Not Ruled By Anyone But A Lover.

At Twenty-five, Girls Begin To Talk About Being Old Maids, But Secretly Resolve That They Never Will. At Thirty, They Say Nothing About It, But Quietly Accept The Fact.

I Don't Worry About The Storms, I Am Learning To Sail My Own Ship.

Have Regular Hours For Work And Play; Make Each Day Both Useful And Pleasant, And Prove That You Understand The Worth Of Time By Employing It Well. Then Youth Will Be Delightful, Old Age Will Bring Few Regrets, And Life Will Become A Beautiful Success.

I Make So Many Beginnings There Never Will Be An End.

All The Worse For The Undeniable Talent Which Hides The Evil So Subtly And Makes The Danger So Delightful.

We're Twins, And So We Love Each Other More Than Other People.

Love Each Other

Oft In The Silence Of The Night, When The Lonely Moon Rides High, When Wintry Winds Are Whistling, And We Hear The Owl's Shrill Cry, In The Quiet, Dusky Chamber, By The Flickering Firelight, Rising Up Between Two Sleepers, Comes A Spirit All In White.

Better Lose Your Life Than Your Soul.

Madam De Stael Pronounced Architecture To Be Frozen Music; So Is Statuary Crystalized Spirituality.

I Only Mean To Say That I Have A Feeling That It Never Was Intended I Should Live Long. I'm Not Like The Rest Of You.

November Is The Most Disagreeable Month In The Whole Year," Said Margaret, Standing At The Window One Dull Afternoon, Looking Out At The Frostbitten Garden. "that's The Reason I Was Born In It," Observed Jo Pensively, Quite Unconscious Of The Blot On Her Nose.

Well, I Am Happy, And I Won't Fret, But It Does Seem As If The More One Gets The More One Wants.

It Takes Two Flints To Make A Fire.

O Vanity, Mislead No More!

But Please Hug And Kiss Me, Everyone, And Don't Mind My Dress, I Want A Great Many Crumples Of This Sort Put Into It Today.

... Because I Have Fallen In Love With So Many Pretty Girls And Never Once The Least Bit With Any Man.

Life Is Like College; May I Graduate And Earn Some Honors.

The Rooms Were Very Still While The Pages Were Softly Turned And The Winter Sunshine Crept In To Touch The Bright Heads And Serious Faces With A Christmas Greeting.

No Woman Should Give Her Happiness Into The Keeping Of A Man Without Fixed Principles.

I Never Knew How Much Like Heaven This World Could Be, When Two People Love And Live For One Another!

I Can Get On With Wild Beasts First-rate; But Men Rile Me Awfully.

[she Was] Kept There In The Sort Of Embrace A Man Gives To The Dearest Creature The World Holds For Him.

You Are Like A Chestnut Burr, Prickly Outside, But Silky-soft Within, And A Sweet Kernel, If One Can Only Get At It. Love Will Make You Show Your Heart Some Day, And Then The Rough Burr Will Fall Off.

Many Wise And True Sermons Are Preached Us Everyday By Unconscious Ministers In Street, School, Office, Or Home; Even A Fair Table May Become A Pulpit, If It Can Offer The Good And Helpful Words Which Are Never Out Of Season.

...a Capital Patient, As She Never Died And Never Got Well.

Life And Love Are Very Precious When Both Are In Full Bloom.

Laurie, You're An Angel! How Shall I Ever Thank You?" "fly At Me Again. I Rather Liked It," Said Laurie, Looking Mischievous, A Thing He Had Not Done For A Fortnight.

Let Us Be Elegant Or Die! --amy

Nothing Seemed Impossible In The Beginning.

Poor Dull Concord. Nothing Colorful Has Come Through Here Since The Redcoats.

I'd Rather See You Poor Men's Wives, If You Were Happy, Beloved, Contented, Than Queen's On Thrones, Without Self-respect And Peace.

Politics Were As Bad As Mathematics, And That The Mission Of Politicians Seemed To Be Calling Each Other Names

Gentlemen, Be Courteous To The Old Maids, No Matter How Poor And Plain And Prim, For The Only Chivalry Worth Having Is That Which Is The Readiest To To Pay Deference To The Old, Protect The Feeble, And Serve Womankind, Regardless Of Rank, Age, Or Color.

…she Was One Of Those Happily Created Beings Who Please Without Effort, Make Friends Everywhere, And Take Life So Gracefully And Easily That Less Fortunate Souls Are Tempted To Believe That Such Are Born Under A Lucky Star.

Positive Attitude

She Fell Into The Moody, Miserable State Of Mind Which Often Comes When Strong Wills Have To Yield To The Inevitable.

I Don't Like Favors; They Oppress And Make Me Fell Like A Slave. I'd Rather Do Everything For Myself, And Be Perfectly Independent.

I Believe That It Is As Much A Right And Duty For Women To Do Something With Their Lives As For Men And We Are Not Going To Be Satisfied With Such Frivolous Parts As You Give Us.

We Don't Choose Our Talents; But We Needn't Hide Them In A Napkin Because They Are Not Just What We Want.

I Asked For Bread, And I Got A Stone In The Shape Of A Pedestal.

Fathers And Mothers Are Too Absorbed In Business And Housekeeping To Study Their Children, And Cherish That Sweet And Natural Confidence Which Is A Child's Surest Safeguard, And A Parent's Subtlest Power.

…on Some Occasions, Women, Like Dreams, Go By Contraries.

Mac Looked Up With The Oddest Of All His Odd Expressions

…to The Inspiration Of Necessity, We Owe Half The Wise, Beautiful, And Useful Blessings Of The World.

Back To Him She Would Never Go, But In Her Lonely Life Still Lived The Sweet Memory Of That Happy Time When She Believed In Him And He Was All In All To Her.

I Will Make A Battering-ram Of My Head And Make My Way Through This Rough And Tumble World.

Preserve Your Memories, Keep Them Well, What You Forget You Can Never Retell.

Good, Old-fashioned Ways Keep Hearts Sweet, Heads Sane, Hands Busy.

I For One Don't Want To Be Ranked Among Idiots, Felons, And Minors Any Longer, For I Am None Of Them.

I'm Afraid I Couldn't Like Him Without A Spice Of Human Naughtiness.

The Emerging Woman ... Will Be Strong-minded, Strong-hearted, Strong-souled, And Strong-bodied...strength And Beauty Must Go Together.

Many Argue; Not Many Converse.

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