“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.”

“...I believe it important to emphasize how strongly I feel that books, just like people, have a destiny. Some invite sorrow, others joy, some both.”

“Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.”

“The decent, strong person had to do decent, strong things like love unlovable people and keep peace even when it wasn't easy.”

“I feel that books, just like people, have a destiny. Some invite sorrow, others joy, some both. ”