All is fish that comes to the literary net. Goethe puts his joys and sorrows into poems, I turn my adventures into… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“The joys come close upon the sorrows this time, and I rather think the changes have begun,’ said Mrs March. ‘In most… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
books have been my greatest comfort, castle-building a never-failing delight, and scribbling a very profitable amusement. — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
Have your fun, my dear; but if you must earn your bread, try to make it sweet with cheerfulness, not bitter with… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
A time will come when you will find that in gaining a brief joy you have lost your peace forever. — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
…books are always good company if you have the right sort. Let me pick out some for you.' And Mrs. Jo made… — 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
