My father taught in the wise way which unfolds what lies in the child — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
For the wise old man was universally beloved, and ministered so beautifully to his flock that many of them thanked him all… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
You have grown abominably lazy, and you like gossip, and waste time on frivolous things, you are contented to be petted and… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
…to the inspiration of necessity, we owe half the wise, beautiful, and useful blessings of the world. — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
Many wise and true sermons are preached us everyday by unconscious ministers in street, school, office, or home; even a fair table… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
Now we are expected to be as wise as men who have had generations of all the help there is, and we… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
Wealth is certainly a most desirable thing, but poverty has its sunny side, and one of the sweet uses of adversity is… — 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
