You are the gull, Jo, strong and wild, fond of the storm and the wind, flying far out to sea, and happy all alone.
Louisa May Alcott…for no matter how lost and soiled and worn-out wandering sons may be, mothers can forgive and forget every thing as they fold them into their fostering arms. Happy the son whose faith in his mother remains unchanged, and who, through all his wanderings, has kept some filial token to repay her brave and tender love.
Louisa May AlcottWhere's the use of looking nice, when no one sees me but those cross midgets, and no one cares whether I'm pretty or not?
Louisa May Alcott