Liberty is a better husband than love to many of us.

…it is so much better to work for others than for one's self alone.

I'm afraid I couldn't like him without a spice of human naughtiness.

...Meg learned to love her husband better for his poverty, because it seem to have made a man of him, giving him the strength and courage to fight his own way, and taught him a tender patience with which to bear and comfort the natural longings and failures of those he loved.

…tomorrow was her birthday, and she was thinking how fast the years went by, how old she was getting, and how little she seemed to have accomplished. Almost twenty-five and nothing to show for it.

Self-pity in its early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.

Jo began to dance a jig,...Amy nearly fell out of the window in her surprise, and Meg exclaimed, with uplifted hands, 'Well I do believe the world is coming to an end!