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.

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 patience and the humility of the face she loved so well was a better lesson to Jo than the wisest lecture, the sharpest reproof.

…men never forgive like women.

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

I love my liberty too well to be in a hurry to give it up for any mortal man.

If I didn't care about doing right and didn't feel uncomfortable doing wrong, I should get on capitally.