It takes two flints to make a fire.
Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art.
It is never too early to try and plant [good principles] in a child, and never too late to cultivate them in the most neglected person.
I wish I had no heart, it aches so.
If I didn't care about doing right and didn't feel uncomfortable doing wrong, I should get on capitally.
Meg's high-heeled slippers were dreadfully tight, and hurt her, though she would not own it; and Jo's nineteen hair-pins all seemed stuck straight into her head, which was not exactly comfortable; but, dear me, let us be elegant or die.