Well, I am happy, and I won't fret, but it does seem as if the more one gets the more one wants.

The emerging woman ... will be strong-minded, strong-hearted, strong-souled, and strong-bodied...strength and beauty must go together.

Oh, Jo, how could you? Your one beauty.

…for no matter how lost and soiled and worn-out wandering sons may be, mothers can forgive and forget every thing as they fold them into their fostering arms. Happy the son whose faith in his mother remains unchanged, and who, through all his wanderings, has kept some filial token to repay her brave and tender love.

Back to him she would never go, but in her lonely life still lived the sweet memory of that happy time when she believed in him and he was all in all to her.

But many of the bravest never are known, and get no praise. That does not lessen their beauty.

I have nothing to give but my heart so full and these empty hands." "They're not empty now.