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

If I didn't care about doing right and didn't feel uncomfortable doing wrong, I should get on capitally.

Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art.

My book came out; and people began to think that topsy-turvy Louisa would amount to something after all.

She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain.

Jo's ambition was to do something very splendid; what it was she had no idea, as yet, but left it for time to tell her.

... swept into the giddy vortex which keeps so many young people revolving aimlessly, till they go down or are cast upon the shore, wrecks of what they might have been