I often think flowers are the angels' alphabet whereby they write on hills and fields mysterious and beautiful lessons for us to feel and learn.

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

Poor dull Concord. Nothing colorful has come through here since the Redcoats.

... because I have fallen in love with so many pretty girls and never once the least bit with any man.

Beth ceased to fear him from that moment, and sat there talking to him as cozily as if she had known him all her life, for love casts out fear, and gratitude can conquer pride.

... for it is the small temptations which undermine integrity unless we watch and pray and never think them too trivial to be resisted.

...and best of all, the wilderness of books, in which she could wander, where she liked, made the library a region of bliss to her.