Woman work a great many miracles.

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.

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.

The moment Aunt March took her nap, or was busy with company, Jo hurried to this quiet place, and curling herself up in the easy chair, devoured poetry, romance, history, travels, and pictures like a regular bookworm.

It's lovely to see people so happy.

It takes three or four women to get each man into, through, and out of the world.

John Brooke is acting dreadfully, and Meg likes it!