Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.

Love Jo all your days, if you choose, but don't let it spoil you, for it's wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can't have the one you want.

You have a good many little gifts and virtues, but there is no need of parading them, for conceit spoils the finest genius. There is not much danger that real talent or goodness will be overlooked long, and the great charm of all power is modesty.

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

Dear me! how happy and good we'd be, if we had no worries!

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

...for love casts out fear, and gratitude can conquer pride.