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.

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

Nothing provokes speculation more than the sight of a woman enjoying herself." -

My only answer is, if my grave stood open on one side and you upon the other I'd go into my grave before I would take one step to meet you.

I may be strong-minded, but no one can say I'm out of my sphere now, for woman's special mission is supposed to be drying tears and bearing burdens

Such hours are beautiful to live, but very hard to describe.

Keep good company, read good books, love good things and cultivate soul and body as faithfully as you can