I Think We Are All Hopelessly Flawed.

The Girls Gave Their Hearts Into Their Mother's Keeping-their Souls Into Their Father's; And To Both Parents, Who Lived And Labored So Faithfully For Them, They Gave A Love That Grew With Their Growth, And Bound Them Tenderly Together By The Sweetest Tie Which Blesses Life And Outlives Death.

Meg's High-heeled Slippers Were Dreadfully Tight, And Hurt Her, Though She Would Not Own It; And Jo's Nineteen Hair-pins All Seemed Stuck Straight Into Her Head, Which Was Not Exactly Comfortable; But, Dear Me, Let Us Be Elegant Or Die.

Woman Work A Great Many Miracles.

Souls And Bodies Should Go On Together.

...freedom Being The Sauce Best Beloved By The Boyish Soul.