Now I am beginning to live a little and feel less like a sick oyster at low tide.
On herself: Louisa May Alcott, Her Life, Letters and Journals
When I don't look like the tragic muse, I look like a smoky relic of the great Boston Fire.
On herself: Gamaliel Bradford, Portraits and Personalities.
If I think of my woes I fall into a vortex of debts, dishpans, and despondency awful to see.
Amos Bronson Alcott
Louisa is a guideless creature, the child of instinct yet unenlightened by love. On the impetuous stream of instinct she has set sail and regardless alike of the quick-sand and the rocks, of the careering winds and winter currents that oppose the course, she looks only towards the objects of her desire and steers proudly, adventurously ... toward the heaven of her hopes.
Ednah D. Cheney, Louisa May Alcott, Her Life, Letters and Journals.
[She] resolved to take fate by the throat and shake a living out of her.
If Miss Alcott's experience of human nature has been small, as we should suppose, her admiration of it is nevertheless great.