You are the gull, Jo, strong and wild, fond of the storm and the wind, flying far out to sea, and happy all alone.

Girls are so queer you never know what they mean. They say No when they mean Yes, and drive a man out of his wits for the fun of it.

Cast your bread upon the waters, and after many days it will come back buttered.

I for one don't want to be ranked among idiots, felons, and minors any longer, for I am none of them.

You have a good many little gifts and virtues, but there is no need of parading them, for conceit spoils the finest genius. There is not much danger that real talent or goodness will be overlooked long, and the great charm of all power is modesty.

Right Jo better be happy old maids than unhappy wives or unmaidenly girls running about to find husbands.

Women have been called queens for a long time, but the kingdom given them isn't worth ruling.