Little Women

by Louisa May Alcott

There are many Beths in the world, shy and quiet, sitting in corners till needed, and living for others so cheerfully that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadow behind.

a friend's praise is always sweeter than a dozen newspaper puffs.

"Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds."