hither,hither, from thy home,airy sprite, i bid thee come! born of roses, fed on dew, charms and potions canst thow brew? bring me here, with elfin speed,the fragment philter witch i need; make it sweet and swift and stong, spirite amserw now my song hither i come, from my airy home, afar silver moon. take magic spell, and use it well. or its powers will vanish soon!
Louisa May AlcottIt is never too early to try and plant [good principles] in a child, and never too late to cultivate them in the most neglected person.
Louisa May AlcottThe patience and the humility of the face she loved so well was a better lesson to Jo than the wisest lecture, the sharpest reproof.
Louisa May Alcott