We may remark in passing that to be blind and beloved may, in this world where nothing is perfect, be among the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness. The supreme happiness in life is the assurance of being loved; of being loved for oneself, even in spite of oneself; and this assurance the blind man possesses. In his affliction, to be served is to be caressed. Does he lack anything? no. Possessing love he is not deprived of light. A love, moreover, that is wholly pure. There can be no blindness where there is this certainty.
Khalil Gibran
When you see a man led to prison say in your heart, "Mayhap he is escaping from a narrower prison. " And when you see a man drunken say in your heart, "Mayhap he sought escape from something still more unbeautiful.
