Now And Then, In This Workaday World,

Life Is Like College; May I Graduate And Earn Some Honors.

I Love My Liberty Too Well To Be In A Hurry To Give It Up For Any Mortal Man.

I Have Nothing To Give But My Heart So Full And These Empty Hands." "they're Not Empty Now.

Mrs. Jo Did Not Mean The Measles, But That More Serious Malady Called Love, Which Is Apt To Ravage Communities, Spring And Autumn, When Winter Gayety And Summer Idleness Produce Whole Bouquets Of Engagements, And Set Young People To Pairing Off Like The Birds.

Dear Me! How Happy And Good We'd Be, If We Had No Worries!