“We can't love our neighbors till we know how crooked their hearts are.”
“But the not-knowing would not keep me from caring, and I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.”
“I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.”
“Criticism of others is thus an oblique form of self-commendation. We think we make the picture hang straight on our wall by telling our neighbors that all his pictures are crooked.”
“But how little we know what would make paradise for our neighbors. We judge from our own desires, and our neighbors themselves are not always open enough even to throw out a hint of theirs.”
“When we truly discover how to love our neighbor as our self, Capitalism will not be possible and Marxism will not be necessary.”