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.
People's live are expressed in little details. . . . The soap in the bathroom, the flowers in the garden, the books on the bedside table are all strong symbols of a life in progress. You look at these details and a world unfolds - here are their books, the paintings they cherish, the music that soothes their souls.