“Mrs March knew that experience was an excellent teacher, and, when it was possible, she left her children to learn alone the… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
Because they are mean is no reason why I should be. I hate such things, and though I think I've a right… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
When Jo's conservative sister Meg says she must turn up her hair now that she is a "young lady," Jo shouts, "I'm… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
The moment Aunt March took her nap, or was busy with company, Jo hurried to this quiet place, and curling herself up… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
I keep turning over new leaves, and spoiling them, as I used to spoil my copybooks; and I make so many beginnings… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
{Mrs. March to Jo} You are too much alike and too fond of freedom, not to mention hot tempers and strong wills,… — 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
