Toleration ought in reality to be merely a transitory mood. It must lead to recognition. To tolerate is to affront.
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheKnow'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose!
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe