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

...and Jo laid the rustling sheets together with a careful hand, as one might shut the covers of a lovely romance, which holds the reader fast till the end comes, and he finds himself alone in the work-a-day world again.

Some stories are so familiar its like going home.

I never knew how much like heaven this world could be, when two people love and live for one another!

Good, old-fashioned ways keep hearts sweet, heads sane, hands busy.

Young people think they never can change, but they do in the most wonderful manner, and very few die of broken hearts.

I do like men who come out frankly and own that they are not gods.