And when they went away, leaving comfort behind, I think there were not in all the city four merrier people than the hungry little girls who gave away their breakfasts and contented themselves with bread and milk on Christmas morning.

I don't like favors; they oppress and make me fell like a slave. I'd rather do everything for myself, and be perfectly independent.

…Jo loved a few persons very dearly and dreaded to have their affection lost or lessened in any way.

A child her wayward pencil drew On margins of her book; Garlands of flower, dancing elves, Bud, butterfly, and brook, Lessons undone, and plum forgot, Seeking with hand and heart The teacher whom she learned to love Before she knew t'was Art.

Conceit spoils the finest genius.

My father taught in the wise way which unfolds what lies in the child

He who believes is strong; he who doubts is weak. Strong convictions precede great actions.