Well, I am happy, and I won't fret, but it does seem as if the more one gets the more one wants, doesn't it? - Louisa May Alcott

…courage and devotion always stir generous hearts, and win admiration…

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; and, meanwhile, found her greatest affliction in the fact that she couldn’t read, run, and ride as much as she liked. A quick temper, sharp tongue, and restless spirit were always getting her into scrapes, and her life was a series of ups and downs, which were both comic and pathetic.

hither,hither, from thy home,airy sprite, i bid thee come! born of roses, fed on dew, charms and potions canst thow brew? bring me here, with elfin speed,the fragment philter witch i need; make it sweet and swift and stong, spirite amserw now my song

hither i come, from my airy home, afar silver moon. take magic spell, and use it well. or its powers will vanish soon!