Maxioms by Louisa May Alcott
Money is the root of all evil, and yet it is such a useful root that we cannot get on read more
Money is the root of all evil, and yet it is such a useful root that we cannot get on without it any more than we can without potatoes
"Please, sir, is this Plumfield?" asked a ragged boy of the man
who opened the great gate at which read more
"Please, sir, is this Plumfield?" asked a ragged boy of the man
who opened the great gate at which the omnibus left him.
Far away in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and read more
Far away in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.
Father asked us what was God's noblest work. Anna said men, but I said babies. Men are often bad, but read more
Father asked us what was God's noblest work. Anna said men, but I said babies. Men are often bad, but babies never are.
