Simple things are always the most difficult.
In actual life it requires the greatest art to be simple, and so acceptance of oneself is the essence of the moral problem and the acid test of one’s whole outlook on life.
That I feed the beggar, that I forgive an insult, that I love my enemy… all these are undoubtedly great virtues…..
But what if I should discover that the least amongst them all, the poorest of all beggars, the most impudent of all offenders, yea, the very fiend himself-that these are within me,
and that I myself stand in need of the alms of my own kindness, that I myself am the enemy who must be loved-what then?