Love
may forgive all infirmities and love still in spite of them: but
Love cannot cease to will their removal. Love is more sensitive
than hatred itself to every blemish in the beloved; his 'feeling is
more soft and sensible than are the tender horns of cockled snails'.
Of all powers he forgives most, but condones least: he is pleased
with little but demands all.
-C.S.
Lewis in chapter 3 of The Problem of Pain (pp. 39)
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