Life is like college; may I graduate and earn some honors.

Dear me! how happy and good we'd be, if we had no worries!

Men are always ready to die for us, but not to make our lives worth having. Cheap sentiment and bad logic.

I put in my list all the busy, useful independent spinsters I know, for liberty is a better husband than love to many of us.

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.

The fear of being an old maid made young girls rush into matrimony with a recklessness that astonishes.

Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.