I'm tired of praise; and love is very sweet, when it is simple and sincere like this.

You have grown abominably lazy, and you like gossip, and waste time on frivolous things, you are contented to be petted and admired by silly people, instead of being loved and respected by wise ones.

Where the heart is the mind works best.

All the worse for the undeniable talent which hides the evil so subtly and makes the danger so delightful.

It takes so little to make a child happy, that it is a pity in a world full of sunshine and pleasant things, that there should be any wistful faces, empty hands, or lonely little hearts.

Jo had learned that hearts, like flowers, cannot be rudely handled, but must open naturally.

Let us be elegant or die! --Amy