Back to him she would never go, but in her lonely life still lived the sweet memory of that happy time when she believed in him and he was all in all to her.

Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds.

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.

Mothers can forgive anything!

. . . for when women are the advisers, the lords of creation don't take the advice till they have persuaded themselves that it is just what they intended to do. Then they act upon it, and, if it succeeds, they give the weaker vessel half the credit of it. If it fails, they generously give her the whole.

Human minds are more full of mysteries than any written book and more changeable than the cloud shapes in the air.

I don't like favors; they oppress and make me fell like a slave. I'd rather do everything for myself, and be perfectly independent.