Help one another is part of the religion of our sisterhood.

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.

He was the first, the only love her life, and in a nature like hers such passions take deep root and die-hard.

It takes three or four women to get each man into, through, and out of the world.

Now and then, in this workaday world, things do happen in the delightful storybook fashion, and what a comfort that is.

[Jo to her mother] I knew there was mischief brewing. I felt it and now it's worse than I imagined. I just wish I could marry Meg myself, and keep her safe in the family.

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