Emerson spoke volumes when he said in an essay on Greatness, that a certain man had a heart as great as the world, but there was no room in it to hold the single memory of wrong.
For ’tis sweet to stammer one letter of the Eternal’s language, on earth it is called “Forgiveness!”
-Henry W. Longfellow.
To love all mankind, from the greatest to the lowest (or meanest), a cheerful state of being is required, but in order to see into mankind, into life, and still more, into ourselves, suffering is requisite.
“O my God, grant me” (as they are taught to pray in some monasteries in France) “grant me that today I may be of some use to some one.” If God, for our good, see fit to deny us all else, may He, as His gift of all, grant us this- to be of some real, of some deep use to our fellow men before we go hence and are no more seen.