He loves not who does not see the faults of the beloved as virtues.
Beloved brother, let us not forget that man can never get away from himself. [Ger., Lass uns, geliebter Bruder, nicht vergessen, Dass von sich selbst der Mensch nicht scheiden kann.]
To be loved for what one is, is the greatest exception. The great majority love in others only what they lend him, their own selves, their version of him.
That is the true season of love; when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved as much before, and that no one will ever love in the same way again.