…she rejoiced as only mothers can in the good fortunes of their children.

Woman work a great many miracles.

Work is and always has been my salvation and I thank the Lord for it.

Meg's high-heeled slippers were dreadfully tight, and hurt her, though she would not own it; and Jo's nineteen hair-pins all seemed stuck straight into her head, which was not exactly comfortable; but, dear me, let us be elegant or die.

The rooms were very still while the pages were softly turned and the winter sunshine crept in to touch the bright heads and serious faces with a Christmas greeting.

He was poor, yet always appeared to be giving something away; a stranger, yet everyone was his friend; no longer young, but as happy-hearted as a boy; plain and peculiar, yet his face looked beautiful to many.

If we are all alive ten years hence, let's meet, and see how many of us have got our wishes, or how much nearer we are then than now.