Wild Roses Are Fairest, And Nature A

The Moment Aunt March Took Her Nap, Or Was Busy With Company, Jo Hurried To This Quiet Place, And Curling Herself Up In The Easy Chair, Devoured Poetry, Romance, History, Travels, And Pictures Like A Regular Bookworm.

The Patience And The Humility Of The Face She Loved So Well Was A Better Lesson To Jo Than The Wisest Lecture, The Sharpest Reproof.

I Think She Is Growing Up, And So Begins To Dream Dreams, And Have Hopes And Fears And Fidgets, Without Knowing Why Or Being Able To Explain Them.

We Don't Choose Our Talents; But We Needn't Hide Them In A Napkin Because They Are Not Just What We Want.

It Takes Two Flints To Make A Fire.