I did fail, say what you will, for Jo wouldn't love me.

At twenty-five, girls begin to talk about being old maids, but secretly resolve that they never will. At thirty, they say nothing about it, but quietly accept the fact.

Have regular hours for work and play; make each day both useful and pleasant, and prove that you understand the worth of time by employing it well. Then youth will be delightful, old age will bring few regrets, and life will become a beautiful success.

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

I think she is growing up, and so begins to dream dreams, and have hopes and fears and fidgets, without knowing why or being able to explain them.

Oh, Jo, how could you? Your one beauty.

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