I Think We Are All Hopelessly Flawed.

I Went [to War] Because I Couldn't Help It. I Didn't Want The Glory Or The Pay; I Wanted The Right Thing Done.

A Kiss For A Blow Is Always Best, Though It's Not Very Easy To Give It Sometimes.

…misfortune Was Much More Interesting To Her Than Good Luck.

You Are Like A Chestnut Burr, Prickly Outside, But Silky-soft Within, And A Sweet Kernel, If One Can Only Get At It. Love Will Make You Show Your Heart Some Day, And Then The Rough Burr Will Fall Off.

Jo's Breath Gave Out Here, And Wrapping Her Head In The Paper, She Bedewed Her Little Story With A Few Natural Tears, For To Be Independent And Earn The Praise Of Those She Loved Were The Dearest Wishes Of Her Heart, And This Seemed To Be The First Step Toward That Happy End.