When we walked through busy streets together, people turned around to pity the blind man. People have pity in them for the infirm and the blind, they really have love in reserve. There’s an enormous lot of it, and no one can say different. But it’s a shame that people should go on being so crummy with so much love in reserve. It just doesn’t come out, that’s all. It’s caught inside and there it stays, it doesn’t do them a bit of good. They die of love – inside.