You don’t need scores of suitors. You need only one… if he’s the right one.

Your father, Jo. He never loses patience, never doubts or complains, but always hopes, and works and waits so cheerfully that one is ashamed to do otherwise before him.

politics were as bad as mathematics, and that the mission of politicians seemed to be calling each other names

Oh dear, life is pretty tough sometimes, isn't it?

Every few weeks she would shut herself up in her room, put on her scribbling suit, and fall into a vortex, as she expressed it, writing away at her novel with all her heart and soul, for till that was finished she could find no peace.

…books are always good company if you have the right sort. Let me pick out some for you.' And Mrs. Jo made a bee-line to the well-laden shelves, which were the joy of her heart and the comfort of her life.

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