Poor dull Concord. Nothing colorful has come through here since the Redcoats.

A kiss for a blow is always best, though it's not very easy to give it sometimes.

Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.

Don't try to make me grow up before my time.

The moment Aunt March took her nap, or was busy with company, Jo hurried to this quiet place, and curling herself up in the easy chair, devoured poetry, romance, history, travels, and pictures like a regular bookworm.

The rooms were very still while the pages were softly turned and the winter sunshine crept in to touch the bright heads and serious faces with a Christmas greeting.

Men are always ready to die for us, but not to make our lives worth having. Cheap sentiment and bad logic.