[she Was] Kept There In The Sort

She Began To See That Character Is A Better Possession Than Money, Rank, Intellect, Or Beauty, And To Feel That If Greatness Is What A Wise Man Has Defined It To Be, 'truth, Reverence, And Good Will,' Then Her Friend Friedrich Bhaer Was Not Only Good, But Great.

Head, You May Think; Heart, You May Feel; But Hand, You Shall Work Alway!

Elegance Has A Bad Effect On My Constitution.

The Young People Were Playing That Still More Absorbing Game In Which Hearts Are Always Trumps.

[jo To Her Mother] I Knew There Was Mischief Brewing. I Felt It And Now It's Worse Than I Imagined. I Just Wish I Could Marry Meg Myself, And Keep Her Safe In The Family.