A little kingdom I possess, where thoughts and feelings dwell; And very hard the task I find of governing it well.

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)

I don't like favors; they oppress and make me fell like a slave. I'd rather do everything for myself, and be perfectly independent.

We don't choose our talents; but we needn't hide them in a napkin because they are not just what we want.

The patience and the humility of the face she loved so well was a better lesson to Jo than the wisest lecture, the sharpest reproof.

All is fish that comes to the literary net. Goethe puts his joys and sorrows into poems, I turn my adventures into bread and butter.

We'll all grow up Meg, no pretending we won't.