Hate the sin, love the sinner.

However much I might dislike my own cowardice or conceit or greed, I went on loving myself.  There had never been the slightest difficulty about it.  In fact the very reason why I hated the things was that I loved the man.  Just because I loved myself, I was sorry to find that I was the sort of man who did those things.

C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity, bk. III, ch. 7.