The clocks were striking midnight and the rooms were very still as a figure glided quietly from bed to bed, smoothing a coverlid here, settling a pillow there, and pausing to look long and tenderly at each unconscious face, to kiss each with lips that mutely blessed, and to pray the fervent prayers which only mothers utter.
Louisa May AlcottPower is a dangerous thing. Be careful that you don't abuse it or let it make a tyrant of you.
Louisa May AlcottRight Jo better be happy old maids than unhappy wives or unmaidenly girls running about to find husbands.
Louisa May Alcott