...and best of all, the wilderness of books, in which she could wander, where she liked, made the library a region of bliss to her.
Louisa May Alcott…for no matter how lost and soiled and worn-out wandering sons may be, mothers can forgive and forget every thing as they fold them into their fostering arms. Happy the son whose faith in his mother remains unchanged, and who, through all his wanderings, has kept some filial token to repay her brave and tender love.
Louisa May AlcottI'm tired of praise; and love is very sweet, when it is simple and sincere like this.
Louisa May Alcott