To be loved for what one is, that is the greatest exception. The great majority love in others only what they lend him; their own selves, their version of him.
Every day I observe more and more the folly of judging of others by ourselves; and I have so much trouble with myself, and my own heart is in such constant agitation, that I am well content to let others pursue their own course, if they only allow me the same privilege.
