...she [felt that] she was approaching a sort of "objectivity of self. The day is fast upon me when I will be able to stand back and observe my former ways in the clear light of reason, when I will say 'yes, I see why this was done and why that was done.' I will not say 'what a fool I was' or ask how I could have created such a folly of my life, for the clarity of my vision will not permit bitterness. It will permit only the happiness which accompanies understanding, and is quite unlike happiness of an ordinary kind. For most people are content in seeing only what they wish to see, thinking only what they wish to think. They live on wishes, not reason. Pity mankind, that will not reason. I, too, once placed all my hope for the future in a single man. I twisted it to fancy I loved him, and perhaps I did, however little such love is worth. Love for a fellow creature cannot stand before that higher love of understanding toward which the mind is called, and at the feet of which our base affections must cower. Do not love your fellow creature but rather study him, and there will be no surprises; he is a poor vessel of hope indeed. Hope is a vanity, not a virtue, and all virtue is vain - save that which goes by the name of reason."