“Love Jo all your days, if you choose, but don't let it spoil you, for it's wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can't have the one you want.”

“It's wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can't have the one you want.”

“You have a good many little gifts and virtues, but there is no need of parading them, for conceit spoils the finest genius. There is not much danger that real talent or goodness will be overlooked long; even if it is, the consciousness of possessing and using it well should satisfy one, and the great charm of all power is modesty.”

“Oh, that is the surprise. It's so lovely, I pity you because you don't know it…”

“I keep turning over new leaves, and spoiling them, as I used to spoil my copybooks; and I make so many beginnings there never will be an end. (Jo March)”

“You have so many extraordinary gifts; how can you expect to lead an ordinary life?”

“Oh, Jo, how could you? Your one beauty.”