A holiday isn't a holiday, without plenty of freedom and fun.

What do girls do who haven't any mothers to help them through their troubles?

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.

Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art.

I may be strong-minded, but no one can say I'm out of my sphere now, for woman's special mission is supposed to be drying tears and bearing burdens

Your father, Jo. He never loses patience, never doubts or complains, but always hopes, and works and waits so cheerfully that one is ashamed to do otherwise before him.

My book came out; and people began to think that topsy-turvy Louisa would amount to something after all.