[She was] kept there in the sort of embrace a man gives to the dearest creature the world holds for him.

Men are often bad, but babies never are.

If life is often so hard as this, I don't see how we ever shall get through it.

…she'll go and fall in love, and there's an end of peace and fun, and cozy times together.

It takes so little to make a child happy, that it is a pity in a world full of sunshine and pleasant things, that there should be any wistful faces, empty hands, or lonely little hearts.

Honesty is the best policy, in love as in law.

We'll all grow up someday, Meg, we might as well know what we want. ~Amy March~