Sympathy is a sweet thing.

Go on with your work as usual, for work is a blessed solace.

hither,hither, from thy home,airy sprite, i bid thee come! born of roses, fed on dew, charms and potions canst thow brew? bring me here, with elfin speed,the fragment philter witch i need; make it sweet and swift and stong, spirite amserw now my song hither i come, from my airy home, afar silver moon. take magic spell, and use it well. or its powers will vanish soon!

Where'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?

I'd have a stable full of Arabian steeds, rooms piled with books, and I'd write out of a magic inkstand, so that my works should be as famous as Laurie's music. I want to do something splendid before I go into my castle,-something heroic, or wonderful,-that won't be forgotten after I'm dead. I don't know what, but I'm on the watch for it, and mean to astonish you all, some day. I think I shall write books, and get rich and famous; that would suit me, so that is my favorite dream.

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

She fell into the moody, miserable state of mind which often comes when strong wills have to yield to the inevitable.