...and clung more closely to the dear human love, from which our Father never means us to be weaned, but through which He draws us closer to Himself.

Many argue; not many converse.

We're twins, and so we love each other more than other people.

Love scenes, if genuine, are indescribable; for to those who have enacted them the most elaborate description seems tame, and to those who have not, the simplest picture seems overdone.

[Jo to her mother] I knew there was mischief brewing. I felt it and now it's worse than I imagined. I just wish I could marry Meg myself, and keep her safe in the family.

Resolved to take fate by the throat and shake a living out of her.

Oh, Jo, how could you? Your one beauty.