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.
Louisa May AlcottMany wise and true sermons are preached us everyday by unconscious ministers in street, school, office, or home; even a fair table may become a pulpit, if it can offer the good and helpful words which are never out of season.
Louisa May AlcottAll the worse for the undeniable talent which hides the evil so subtly and makes the danger so delightful.
Louisa May AlcottShe fell into the moody, miserable state of mind which often comes when strong wills have to yield to the inevitable.
Louisa May Alcott