Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up. Nobody Knows My Name: More Notes of a Native Son (1961)
It is true that two wrongs don't make a right, as we love to point out to the people we have wronged. But one wrong doesn't make a right, either.
Everyone wishes to be loved, but, in the event, nearly no one can bear it. Everyone desires love but also finds it impossible to believe that he deserves it. Tell Me How Long the Train's Been Gone (1968)