It’s a great comfort to have an artistic sister.
We can’t any of us do all we would like, but we can do our best for every case that comes to us, and that helps amazingly.
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.
I only mean to say that I have a feeling that it never was intended I should live long. I’m not like the rest of you.
Where’s the use of looking nice, when no one sees me but those cross midgets, and no one cares whether I’m pretty or not?
Beth ceased to fear him from that moment, and sat there talking to him as cozily as if she had known him all her life, for love casts out fear, and gratitude can conquer pride.
Right Jo better be happy old maids than unhappy wives or unmaidenly girls running about to find husbands.
Fame is a pearl many dive for and only a few bring up. Even when they do, it is not perfect, and they sigh for more, and lose better things in struggling for them.
Don’t cry so bitterly, but remember this day, and resolve with all your soul that you will never know another like it.
O vanity, mislead no more!
I did fail, say what you will, for Jo wouldn’t love me.
Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations.
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.