'I don't want to defend myself, but I should like you at least to understand me as I understand myself, and not look at the matter superficially.

You say I have treated her badly,' he continued, addressing the man with the kindly eyes who was watching him.
'Yes, you are to blame,' said the latter, and his look seemed to express still more kindliness and weariness.
'I know why you say that,' rejoined the one who was leaving.

'To be loved is in your opinion as great a happiness as to love, and if a man obtains it, it is enough for his whole life.' 'Yes, quite enough, my dear fellow, more than enough!' confirmed the plain little man, opening and shutting his eyes.
'But why shouldn't the man love too ?' said the traveller thoughtfully, looking at his friend with something like pity.

'Why shouldn't one love?
Because love doesn't come ...

No, to be beloved is a misfortune.
It is a misfortune to feel guilty because you do not give something you cannot give.