He was… one who did not make the common miserable blunder of taking the shadow cast by love- desire, namely, to be loved – for love itself; his love was a vertical sun, and his own shadow was under his feet…. But do not mistake me through confounding, on the other hand, the desire to be loved – which is neither wrong nor noble, any more than hunger is either wrong or noble – and the delight in being loved, to be devoid of which a man must be lost in an immeasurably deeper, in an evil, ruinous, yea, a fiendish selfishness.
George MacDonald
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