From a 1958 letter to his oldest son.
"There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping,
egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly
and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you
— of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social
respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of
another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick
and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and
courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had."
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