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

It takes so little to make a child happy, that it is a pity in a world full of sunshine and pleasant things, that there should be any wistful faces, empty hands, or lonely little hearts.

Jo's ambition was to do something very splendid; what it was she had no idea, as yet, but left it for time to tell her.

Father asked us what was God's noblest work. Anna said men, but I said babies. Men are often bad, but babies never are.

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.

I do like men who come out frankly and own that they are not gods.

I wish I had no heart, it aches so.