The violin - that most human of all instruments.

At twenty-five, girls begin to talk about being old maids, but secretly resolve that they never will. At thirty, they say nothing about it, but quietly accept the fact.

You don’t need scores of suitors. You need only one… if he’s the right one.

I think she is growing up, and so begins to dream dreams, and have hopes and fears and fidgets, without knowing why or being able to explain them.

Your father, Jo. He never loses patience, never doubts or complains, but always hopes, and works and waits so cheerfully that one is ashamed to do otherwise before him.

...a capital patient, as she never died and never got well.

A little kingdom I possess, where thoughts and feelings dwell; And very hard the task I find of governing it well.