Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.

... for it is the small temptations which undermine integrity unless we watch and pray and never think them too trivial to be resisted.

…marriage, they say, halves one's rights and doubles one's duties.

It was fortunate that tea was at hand, to produce a lull and provide refreshment,— for they would have been hoarse and faint if they had gone on much longer.

November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year," said Margaret, standing at the window one dull afternoon, looking out at the frostbitten garden. "That's the reason I was born in it," observed Jo pensively, quite unconscious of the blot on her nose.

A faithful friend is a strong defense; And he that hath found him hath found a treasure.

Conceit spoils the finest genius.