Marmee: Oh, Jo. Jo, you have so many extraordinary gifts; how can you expect to lead an ordinary life? You’re ready to go out and – and find a good use for your talent. Tho’ I don’t know what I shall do without my Jo. Go, and embrace your liberty. And see what wonderful things come of it.

Self-pity in its early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.

John Brooke is acting dreadfully, and Meg likes it!

You are the gull, Jo, strong and wild, fond of the storm and the wind, flying far out to sea, and happy all alone.

Money is a needful and precious thing

Laurie felt just then that his heart was entirely broken and the world a howling wilderness.

If we are all alive ten years hence, let's meet, and see how many of us have got our wishes, or how much nearer we are then than now.