If we say I love you, it may be received with doubt, for there are times when it is hard to believe. Say I hate you, and the one spoken to believes it instantly, once for all. ... Love must be learned, and learned again and again; there is no end to it. Hate needs no instruction, but waits only to be provoked.

It is such a relief to be told the truth.

I want to go and see the world. I want to know the world like the palm of my hand.

Love must be learned and learned again; There is no end.

One of the marks of a gift is to have the courage of it.

. . . all that she had had, and all that she had missed, were lost together, and were twice lost in this landslide of remembered losses.

We do not run from the troubles and dangers that are truly ours, and it is better to learn what they are earlier than later, and if we don't run from the others, we are fools.