“Don’t go to extremes. Don’t hate too much and don’t love too much. Try to live somewhere in the middle.”

“You probably think that my future landscapes will be soaked in pessimism, so to speak? Don’t worry, I love nature too much.”

“They don’t ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.”

“There was much to hate in this world and too much to love.”

“People don’t change that much. Don’t waste time trying to put in what was left out. Try to draw out what was left in. That is hard enough.”

“I love Jere more than anybody. He’s my brother, my family. I hate myself for doing this. But when I see you two together, I hate him too.” His voice broke.
“Don’t marry him. Don’t be with him. Be with me.”

“People who are busy and happy don’t write diaries; they are too busy living.”

““And you’ve never married.”
“I don’t know any women well enough to hate ’em that much.””

“It comes, I suppose,” I said thoughtfully, speaking to the air, “of spending too much time alone indoors, and forgetting that living things don’t always stay where you put them.”

“You have to love somebody that much to also hate them that much, too.”