I was cross today, and I cried when I went to bed. I made good resolutions, and felt better in my heart. If I only kept all I make, I should be the best girl in the world. But I don't, and so am very bad.From an entry in Louisa May Alcott's journal dated September 1843. She was eleven years old. Forty years later, she made the following note in the margin: 'Poor little sinner! She says the same at fifty. - L.M.A.'