I Did Fail, Say What You Will,

Mrs. Jo Did Not Mean The Measles, But That More Serious Malady Called Love, Which Is Apt To Ravage Communities, Spring And Autumn, When Winter Gayety And Summer Idleness Produce Whole Bouquets Of Engagements, And Set Young People To Pairing Off Like The Birds.

Love Scenes, If Genuine, Are Indescribable; For To Those Who Have Enacted Them The Most Elaborate Description Seems Tame, And To Those Who Have Not, The Simplest Picture Seems Overdone.

We'll All Grow Up Meg, No Pretending We Won't.

Elegance Has A Bad Effect On My Constitution.

…in Silence Learned The Sweet Solace Which Affection Administers To Sorrow.