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
Prosperity suits some people, and they blossom best in a glow of sunshine; others need the shade, and are the sweeter for… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
You don’t need scores of suitors. You need only one… if he’s the right one. — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
When I had youth I had no money; now I have the money I have no time; and when I get the… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
One of the sweet things about pain and sorrow is that they show us how well we are loved, how much kindness… — 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
hither,hither, from thy home,airy sprite, i bid thee come! born of roses, fed on dew, charms and potions canst thow brew? bring… — 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
