I guess a man is the only kind of varmint sets his own trap, baits it, and then steps in it.

I’m so odd, and I’m so limited, and I’m so different from the ordinary human being—so you say. I have a strong suspicion that I’m the simplest of you all, and that it's my extreme transparency that baffles you. I dont think I ever feel anything but the most ordinary emotions.

A howling wilderness does not howl: it is the imagination of the traveler that does the howling. -

...the love, respect, and confidence of my children was the sweetest reward I could receive for my efforts to be the woman I would have them copy.

Written By Louisa May Alcott

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