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Right Jo Better Be Happy Old Maids Than Unhappy Wives Or Unmaidenly Girls Running About To Find Husbands.

To Marry Without Love Betrays As Surely As To Love Without Marriage.

{mrs. March To Jo} You Are Too Much Alike And Too Fond Of Freedom, Not To Mention Hot Tempers And Strong Wills, To Get On Happily Together, In A Relation Which Needs Infinite Patience And Forbearance, As Well As Love.

I've Neither Beauty, Money, Nor Rank, Yet Every Foolish Boy Mistakes My Frank Interest For Something Warmer, And Makes Me Miserable. It Is My Misfortune. Think Of Me What You Will, But Beware Of Me In Time, For Against My Will I May Do You Harm.

I Keep Turning Over New Leaves, And Spoiling Them, As I Used To Spoil My Copybooks; And I Make So Many Beginnings There Never Will Be An End. (jo March)