I can't get over my disappointment in not being a boy.

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

I never knew how much like heaven this world could be, when two people love and live for one another!

I often think flowers are the angels' alphabet whereby they write on hills and fields mysterious and beautiful lessons for us to feel and learn.

We'll all grow up someday, Meg, we might as well know what we want. ~Amy March~

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.

Such hours are beautiful to live, but very hard to describe.