If I may put it so, she does not tell us to love our neighbours; she tells us to be our neighbours.

That is Mrs.Besant's thoughtful and suggestive description of the religion in which all men must find themselves in agreement.

And I never heard of any suggestion in my life with which I more violently disagree.

I want to love my neighbour not because he is I, but precisely because he is not I.I want to adore the world, not as one likes a looking-glass, because it is one's self, but as one loves a woman, because she is entirely different.

If souls are separate love is possible.