Where the heart is the mind works best.
A little kingdom I possess, where thoughts and feelings dwell; And very hard the task I find of governing it well.
Work is always my salvation and I will celebrate it.
Some stories are so familiar its like going home.
I wish I had no heart, it aches so.
Mrs. Jo did not mean the measles, but that more serious malady called love, which is apt to ravage communities, spring and autumn, when winter gayety and summer idleness produce whole bouquets of engagements, and set young people to pairing off like the birds.