Do not test the measure of his love for you by the way he expresses his body's heat. He is not thinking of you at those times. He is thinking of hims… - Pearl S. Buck

I believe in human beings, but my faith is without sentimentality. I know that in environments of uncertainty, fear, and hunger, the human being is dwarfed and shaped without his being aware of it, just as the plant struggling under a stone does not know its own condition. Only when the stone is removed can it spring up freely into the light. But the power to spring up is inherent, and only death puts an end to it. I feel no need for any other faith than my faith in human beings.

Then the good land did again its healing work and the sun shone on him and healed him and the warm winds of summer wrapped him about with peace.

Love changes,” she replied. “When the flame dies, the glow remains, but it no longer centers upon one human creature and it warms the whole soul. Then the soul looks at all human creatures with love diffused.