It Takes Two Flints To Make A

No Woman Should Give Her Happiness Into The Keeping Of A Man Without Fixed Principles.

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.

I Don't Worry About The Storms, I Am Learning To Sail My Own Ship.

I Often Think Flowers Are The Angels' Alphabet Whereby They Write On Hills And Fields Mysterious And Beautiful Lessons For Us To Feel And Learn.

Mac Looked Up With The Oddest Of All His Odd Expressions