The more I love humanity, the less I come to love any particular person.

In my dreams, I often make plans to serve humanity.

Perhaps if a situation were to come where I had to actually be crucified, I would be able to overcome it.

But I can't even endure staying with other people in a room for two days.

In my experience, if someone is beside me, their personality disturbs me and restricts my freedom.

Within twenty-four hours, I start to hate even the best of people:

One because he spends too much time at dinner, and another because he has a cold and keeps on blowing his nose.

When people get close to me, I immediately start to dislike them.

But the more I hate any particular person, the more I come to love humanity as a whole, and it has always been so.