I'd have a stable full of Arabian steeds, rooms piled with books, and I'd write out of a magic inkstand, so that… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“We all have our own kind of life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaving, and we all have… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
…what splendid dreams young people build upon a word, and how bitter is the pain when the bright bubbles burst. — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
We all have our own life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaving, and we all have the power… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
I think she is growing up, and so begins to dream dreams, and have hopes and fears and fidgets, without knowing why… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“I think I shall write books, and get rich and famous, that would suit me, so that is my favorite dream.” — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Take some books and read; that’s an immense help; and books are always good company if you have the right sort.” — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“At three o'clock in the afternoon, all the fashionable world at Nice may be seen on the Promenade des Anglais—a charming place, for the… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Please could I say one word?" was the question three times repeated before a rough head boobed out from the grotto of books in… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“She would make a man of me. She puts strength and courage into me as no one else can. She is unlike any girl… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“I read somewhere that every inch of rope used in the British Navy has a strand of red in it, so that wherever a… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Chance words spoken in kindness often help amazingly; and that's what old people are here for -- else their experience is of little use.” — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Tired of my own company, I suppose, now I've seen so much better.” — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
Oft in the silence of the night, When the lonely moon rides high, When wintry winds are whistling, And we hear the owl's shrill… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“I'll try and be what he loves to call me, 'a little woman' and not be rough and wild, but do my duty here… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
