And when they went away, leaving comfort behind, I think there were not in all the city four merrier people than the hungry little girls who gave away their breakfasts and contented themselves with bread and milk on Christmas morning.
Louisa May AlcottThe mere possession of a gun is, in itself, an urge to kill, not only by design, but by accident, by madness, by fright, by bravado.
Louisa May AlcottThere are many Beths in the world, shy and quiet, sitting in corners till needed, and living for others so cheerfully that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadow behind.
Louisa May Alcott