I'm Afraid I Couldn't Like Him Without

The Female Population Exceeds The Male, You Know, Especially In New England, Which Accounts For The High State Of Culture We Are In, Perhaps.

I've Learned To Check The Hasty Words That Rise To My Lips, And When I Feel That They Mean To Break Out Against My Will, I Just Go Away For A Minute, And Give Myself A Little Shake For Being So Weak And Wicked.

…what Splendid Dreams Young People Build Upon A Word, And How Bitter Is The Pain When The Bright Bubbles Burst.

Far Away There In The Sunshine Are My Highest Aspirations. I May Not Reach Them, But I Can Look Up And See Their Beauty, Believe In Them, And Try To Follow Where They Lead.

We'll All Grow Up Someday, Meg, We Might As Well Know What We Want. ~amy March~