“One ceases to love when one is comfortable and when one ceases to struggle.” (c. 1940)
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“I always suspect the poet or artist who loves humanity. It is immature and an oversimplification of a difficulty. For it is easy to love humanity—the trouble comes when we attempt to love our neighbor. Our neighbor is not a vague abstraction but the individual with whom we come in contact in our daily lives.” (c. 1931)