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.

Honesty is the best policy, in love as in law.

Conceit spoils the finest genius.

People don't have fortunes left them in that style nowadays; men have to work and women to marry for money. It's a dreadfully unjust world.

I'd rather see you poor men's wives, if you were happy, beloved, contented, than queen's on thrones, without self-respect and peace.

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