No Love Or Pity, Pardon

Elegance Has A Bad Effect On My Constitution.

Nothing Remained But Loneliness And Grief.

Wouldn't It Be Fun If All The Castles In The Air Which We Make Could Come True And We Could Live In Them?

The Humblest Tasks Get Beautified If Loving Hands Do Them.

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.