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

November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year," said Margaret, standing at the window one dull afternoon, looking out at the frostbitten garden. "That's the reason I was born in it," observed Jo pensively, quite unconscious of the blot on her nose.

Well, I am happy, and I won't fret, but it does seem as if the more one gets the more one wants.

The violin - that most human of all instruments.

Life is my university, and I hope to graduate from it with some distinction.

A quick temper, sharp tongue, and restless spirit were always getting her into scrapes, and her life was a series of ups and downs, which were both comic and pathetic.

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)