Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.
He Who is your Lord, the All-Merciful cherisheth in His heart the desire of beholding the entire human race as one soul and one body.
Christ: I dislike him very much. Still, I can stand him. What I cannot stand is the wretched band of people whose profession is to hoodwink us about him.
Principally I hate and detest that animal called man; although I heartily love John, Peter, Thomas, and so forth.
The man who does evil to another does evil to himself, and the evil counsel is most evil for him who counsels it.
I really hate those books where the murderer turns out to be somebody you never heard of who pops up in the last chapter.
I, Master John Hus, in chains and in prison, now standing on the shore of this present life and expecting on the morrow a dreadful death, which will, I hope, purge away my sins, find no heresy in myself, and accept with all my heart any truth whatsoever that is worthy of belief.
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
The descent to Hades is the same from every place.
I am He who lives, and was dead, and behold, I am alive forevermore. Amen. And I have the keys of Hades and of Death.