We don't choose our talents; but we needn't hide them in a napkin because they are not just what we want.

November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year," said Margaret, standing at the window one dull afternoon, looking out at the frostbitten garden. "That's the reason I was born in it," observed Jo pensively, quite unconscious of the blot on her nose.

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)

Education is not confined to books, and the finest characters often graduate from no college, but make experience their master, and life their book. [Some care] only for the mental culture, and [are] in danger of over-studying, under the delusion . . . that learning must be had at all costs, forgetting that health and real wisdom are better.

I love my liberty too well to be in a hurry to give it up for any mortal man.

...for love casts out fear, and gratitude can conquer pride.

Love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go, and it makes the end so easy.