Conceit spoils the finest genius. - Louisa May Alcott, Little Women
"Conceit spoils the finest genius."
"Conceit spoils the finest genius."
"...and Jo laid the rustling sheets together with a careful hand, as one might shut the covers of a lovely romance, which holds the reader fast till the end comes, and he finds himself alone in the work-a-day world again."
"But, like all happiness, it did not last long…"
"Dear me! how happy and good we'd be, if we had no worries!"
"I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship."
"Well, I am happy, and I won't fret, but it does seem as if the more one gets the more one wants…"