Don’t mind me. I’m as happy as a cricket here.
All is fish that comes to the literary net. Goethe puts his joys and sorrows into poems, I turn my adventures into bread and butter.
Rome took all the vanity out of me; for after seeing the wonders there, I felt too insignificant to live, and gave up all my foolish hopes in despair.
I had a pleasant time with my mind, for it was happy.
I believe that it is as much a right and duty for women to do something with their lives as for men and we are not going to be satisfied with such frivolous parts as you give us.
People want to be amused, not preached at, you know. Morals don’t sell nowadays.
I’d rather see you poor men’s wives, if you were happy, beloved, contented, than queen’s on thrones, without self-respect and peace.
But buds will be roses, and kittens, cats – more’s the pity.
Resolved to take fate by the throat and shake a living out of her.
She had a womanly instinct that clothes possess an influence more powerful over many than the worth of character or the magic of manners.
The patience and the humility of the face she loved so well was a better lesson to Jo than the wisest lecture, the sharpest reproof.
Simple, sincere people seldom speak much of their piety; it shows itself in acts rather than words, and has more influence than homilies or protestations.
I don’t like favors; they oppress and make me fell like a slave. I’d rather do everything for myself, and be perfectly independent.
Cast your bread upon the waters, and after many days it will come back buttered.
They were enjoying the happy hour that seldom comes but once in any life, the magical moment which bestows youth on the old, beauty on the plain, wealth on the poor, and gives human hearts a foretaste of heaven.
Men are often bad, but babies never are.
I’m perfectly miserable; but if you consider me presentable, I die happy.
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.
Many wise and true sermons are preached us everyday by unconscious ministers in street, school, office, or home; even a fair table may become a pulpit, if it can offer the good and helpful words which are never out of season.
Laurie felt just then that his heart was entirely broken and the world a howling wilderness.