...and best of all, the wilderness of books, in which she could wander, where she liked, made the library a region of bliss to her.

Six weeks is a long time to wait, and a still longer time for a girl to keep a secret.

…Jo loved a few persons very dearly and dreaded to have their affection lost or lessened in any way.

Such hours are beautiful to live, but very hard to describe.

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)

When I had youth I had no money; now I have the money I have no time; and when I get the time, if I ever do, I shall have no health to enjoy life. I suppose it's the discipline I need; but it's rather hard to love the things I do, and see them go by because duty chains me to my galley. If I ever come into port with all sails set, that will be my reward perhaps.

Dear me, if men and women would only trust, understand, and help one another as my children do, what a capital place the world would be!