...for a girl with eyes like hers has a will and is not ruled by anyone but a lover.

Oh, Jo, how could you? Your one beauty.

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)

Woman work a great many miracles.

In the midst of her tears came the thought, "When people are in danger, they ask God to save them;" and, slipping down upon her knees, she said her prayer as she had never said it before, for when human help seems gone we turn to Him as naturally as lost children cry to their father, and feel sure that he will hear and answer them.

Cast your bread upon the waters, and after many days it will come back buttered.

...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.