Is it not meningitis?

It takes two flints to make a fire.

My book came out; and people began to think that topsy-turvy Louisa would amount to something after all.

I keep turning over new leaves, and spoiling them, as I used to spoil my copybooks; and I make so many beginnings there never will be an end. (Jo March)

A child her wayward pencil drew On margins of her book; Garlands of flower, dancing elves, Bud, butterfly, and brook, Lessons undone, and plum forgot, Seeking with hand and heart The teacher whom she learned to love Before she knew t'was Art.

The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely.

I can get on with wild beasts first-rate; but men rile me awfully.