Love scenes, if genuine, are indescribable; for to those who have enacted them the most elaborate description seems tame, and to those who have not, the simplest picture seems overdone.

The small hopes and plans and pleasures of children should be tenderly respected by grown-up people, and never rudely thwarted or ridiculed.

Now and then genius carries all before it, but not often. We have to climb slowly, with many slips and falls.

Help one another is part of the religion of our sisterhood.

But buds will be roses, and kittens, cats - more's the pity.

I don't worry about the storms, I am learning to sail my own ship.

We'll all grow up someday, Meg, we might as well know what we want. ~Amy March~