Jo's eyes sparkled, for it's always pleasant to be believed in; and a friend's praise is always sweeter than a dozen newspaper puffs.

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

I went [to war] because I couldn't help it. I didn't want the glory or the pay; I wanted the right thing done.

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 can't get over my disappointment in not being a boy.

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