He was poor, yet always appeared to be giving something away; a stranger, yet everyone was his friend; no longer young, but as happy-hearted as a boy; plain and peculiar, yet his face looked beautiful to many.
Louisa May AlcottI've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen.
Louisa May AlcottShe fell into the moody, miserable state of mind which often comes when strong wills have to yield to the inevitable.
Louisa May Alcott