one, the weak and sentimental kind, which is
really no more than the heart’s impatience to be
rid as quickly as possible of the painful emotion
aroused by the sight of another’s unhappiness,
that pity which is not compassion, but only
an instinctive desire to fortify one’s own soul
against the sufferings of another ;

and the other,
the only kind that counts, the unsentimental but
creative kind, which knows what it is about
and is determined to hold out, in patience and
forbearance, to the very limit ofits strength and
even beyond.