“There are some times...when the love for people is strong and warm like a sorrow.”

“Yes, I’ll be glad.” And she said suddenly, “There are some times, Joseph, when the love for people is strong and warm like a sorrow.”He looked quickly at her in astonishment at her statement of his own thought. “How did you think that, dear?”“I don’t know. Why?”“Because I was thinking it at that moment — and there are times when the people and the hills and the earth, all, everything except the stars, are one, and the love of them all is strong like a sadness.”“Not the stars, then?”“No, never the stars. The stars are always strangers — sometimes evil, but always strangers. Smell the sage, Elizabeth. It’s good to be getting home.”

“Henry liked fun and avoided when he could any solemn or serious matter, for he confused these with sorrow.”

“It’s all fine to say, “Time will heal everything, this too shall pass away. People will forget”—and things like that when you are not involved, but when you are there is no passage of time, people do not forget and you are in the middle of something that does not change.”

“And her joy was nearly like sorrow.”

“The proofs that God does not exist are very strong, but in lots of people they are not as strong as the feeling that He does.”

“When you're huntin' somepin you're a hunter, an' you're strong. Can't nobody beat a hunter. But when you get hunted - that's different. Somepin happens to you. You ain't strong: maybe you're fierce, but you ain't strong." - Muley”