Thinking again of C.S. Lewis when he said that it's very easy to love, especially benevolently, when things are going well and nothing bothers you. The real challenge, and therefore true love, lies in another plane entirely.
The real trouble is that 'kindness' is a quality fatally easy to attribute to ourselves on quite inadequate grounds. Everyone feels benevolent if nothing happens to be annoying him at the moment. Thus a man easily comes to console himself for all his other vices by a conviction that 'his heart's in the right place' and 'he wouldn't hurt a fly,' though in fact he has never made the slightest sacrifice for a fellow creature. We think we are kind when we are only happy: it is not so easy, on the same grounds, to imagine oneself temperate, chaste, or humble.
— C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain











