Nothing Remained But Loneliness And Grief.

Life Is My University, And I Hope To Graduate From It With Some Distinction.

November Is The Most Disagreeable Month In The Whole Year," Said Margaret, Standing At The Window One Dull Afternoon, Looking Out At The Frostbitten Garden. "that's The Reason I Was Born In It," Observed Jo Pensively, Quite Unconscious Of The Blot On Her Nose.

She Began To See That Character Is A Better Possession Than Money, Rank, Intellect, Or Beauty, And To Feel That If Greatness Is What A Wise Man Has Defined It To Be, 'truth, Reverence, And Good Will,' Then Her Friend Friedrich Bhaer Was Not Only Good, But Great.

…what Splendid Dreams Young People Build Upon A Word, And How Bitter Is The Pain When The Bright Bubbles Burst.

Some People Seemed To Get All Sunshine, And Some All Shadow.