I want to do something splendid… Something heroic or wonderful that won’t be forgotten after I’m dead… I think I shall write books.

The moment Aunt March took her nap, or was busy with company, Jo hurried to this quiet place, and curling herself up in the easy chair, devoured poetry, romance, history, travels, and pictures like a regular bookworm.

Money is a needful and precious thing

The young people were playing that still more absorbing game in which hearts are always trumps.

...a capital patient, as she never died and never got well.

I think immortality is the passing of a soul through many lives or experiences, and such as are truly lived, used and learned, help on to the next, each growing richer, happier and higher, carrying with it only the real memories of what has gone before.

Beth ceased to fear him from that moment, and sat there talking to him as cozily as if she had known him all her life, for love casts out fear, and gratitude can conquer pride.