…because talent isn't genius, and no amount of energy can make it so. I want to be great, or nothing.

The dirt is picturesque, so I don't mind.

I'm afraid I couldn't like him without a spice of human naughtiness.

Jo's ambition was to do something very splendid; what it was she had no idea, as yet, but left it for time to tell her…

When we make little sacrifices we like to have them appreciated, at least…

such hours are beautiful to live, but very hard to describe…