All infractions of love and equity in our social relations are speedily punished. They are punished by fear. Whilst I stand in simple relations to my fellow-man, I have no displeasure in meeting him. We meet as water meets water, or as two currents of air mix, with perfect diffusion and interpenetration of nature. But as soon as there is any departure from simplicity, and attempt at halfness, or good for me that is not good for him, my neighbour feels the wrong he shrinks from me as far as I have shrunk from him his eyes no longer seek mine there is war between us there is hate in him and fear in me.
A man is the part he plays among his fellows. He is not isolated he cannot be. His life is made up of the relations he bears to others is made or marred by those relations, guided by them, judged by them, expressed in them. There is nothing else upon which he can spend his spirit nothing else that we can see. It is by these he gets his spiritual growth it is by these we see his character revealed, his purpose, his gifts. A few (men) act as those who have mastered the secrets of a serious art, with deliberate subordination of themselves to the great end and motive of the play. These have 'found themselves,' and have all the ease of a perfect adjustment.
The most wonderful of all things in life, I believe, is the discovery of another human being with whom ones relationship has a glowing depth, beauty, and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing, it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of Divine accident.