We'll all grow up someday, Meg, we might as well know what we want. ~Amy March~

The young people were playing that still more absorbing game in which hearts are always trumps.

Persuasive influences are better than any amount of moralizing.

Is it not meningitis?

Father asked us what was God's noblest work. Anna said men, but I said babies. Men are often bad, but babies never are.

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.

Jo's face was a study next day, for the secret rather weighed upon her, and she found it hard not to look mysterious and important. Meg observed it, but did not troubled herself to make inquiries, for she had learned that the best way to manage Jo was by the law of contraries, so she felt sure of being told everything if she did not ask.