It takes people a long time to learn the difference between talent and genius, especially ambitious young men and women. — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
You have a good many little gifts and virtues, but there is no need of parading them, for conceit spoils the finest… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
…because talent isn't genius, and no amount of energy can make it so. I want to be great, or nothing. — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“On, I don't think I'm a genius!' cried Josie, growing calm and sober as she listened to the melodious voice and looked… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
Conceit spoils the finest genius?and the great charm of all power is modesty. — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
Now and then genius carries all before it, but not often. We have to climb slowly, with many slips and falls. — 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
