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…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.

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Louisa May Alcott

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…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.

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

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I May Be Strong-minded, But No One Can Say I'm Out Of My Sphere Now, For Woman's Special Mission Is Supposed To Be Drying Tears And Bearing Burdens

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I Do Like Men Who Come Out Frankly And Own That They Are Not Gods.

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Head, You May Think; Heart, You May Feel; But Hand, You Shall Work Alway!

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Men Are Always Ready To Die For Us, But Not To Make Our Lives Worth Having. Cheap Sentiment And Bad Logic.

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

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Love Is A Beautifier.

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

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Nothing Is Impossible To A Determined Woman.

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

... Swept Into The Giddy Vortex Which Keeps So Many Young People Revolving Aimlessly, Till They Go Down Or Are Cast Upon The Shore, Wrecks Of What They Might Have Been

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Everybody Has Their Days Of Misfortune.

Strength And Beauty Must Go Hand In Hand

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I Wish I Had No Heart, It Aches So.

Work Is Always My Salvation And I Will Celebrate It.

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

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

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Wild Roses Are Fairest, And Nature A Better Gardener Than Art.

Girls Are So Queer You Never Know What They Mean. They Say No When They Mean Yes, And Drive A Man Out Of His Wits For The Fun Of It.

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Salt Is Like Good-humor, And Nearly Every Thing Is Better For A Pinch Of It.

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

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The Young People Were Playing That Still More Absorbing Game In Which Hearts Are Always Trumps.

Better Lose Your Life Than Your Soul.

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It Was Fortunate That Tea Was At Hand, To Produce A Lull And Provide Refreshment,— For They Would Have Been Hoarse And Faint If They Had Gone On Much Longer.

Right Jo Better Be Happy Old Maids Than Unhappy Wives Or Unmaidenly Girls Running About To Find Husbands.

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

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.

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

Sympathy Is A Sweet Thing.

I Can't Get Over My Disappointment In Not Being A Boy.

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.

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.

...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.

They Were Enjoying The Happy Hour That Seldom Comes But Once In Any Life, The Magical Moment Which Bestows Youth On The Old, Beauty On The Plain, Wealth On The Poor, And Gives Human Hearts A Foretaste Of Heaven.

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

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.

Dolls Are Safe Companions.

A Faithful Friend Is A Strong Defense; And He That Hath Found Him Hath Found A Treasure.

Persuasive Influences Are Better Than Any Amount Of Moralizing.

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

Young Men Often Laugh At The Sensible Girls Whom They Secretly Respect, And Affect To Admire The Silly Ones Whom They Secretly Despise, Because Earnestness, Intelligence, And Womanly Dignity Are Not The Fashion.

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.

Love Is The Only Thing That We Can Carry With Us When We Go, And It Makes The End So Easy.

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

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

A Little Kingdom I Possess, Where Thoughts And Feelings Dwell; And Very Hard The Task I Find Of Governing It Well.

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

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.

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

Mac Looked Up With The Oddest Of All His Odd Expressions

Let My Name Stand Among Those Who Are Willing To Bear Ridicule And Reproach For The Truth's Sake, And So Earn Some Right To Rejoice When The Victory Is Won.

Keep Good Company, Read Good Books, Love Good Things And Cultivate Soul And Body As Faithfully As You Can

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.

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