There are very few misanthropes, thank goodness!
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Misanthropy is born, I think, out of an almost oppressive sense of loneliness, a conviction that there's no one on earth who understands you. I don't think misanthropes hate people: They hate that people hate them.
Real misanthropes are not found in solitude, but in the world; since it is experience of life, and not philosophy, which produces real hatred of mankind.
I don't know whether I'm misanthropic. It seems to me I'm constantly disappointed. I'm very easily disappointed.
My brother asked me once, 'Are you a misanthrope?' And I said, 'No, I just find people irritating.'
I've always identified with the misfits.
I don't know whether I'm misanthropic. It seems to me I'm constantly disappointed. I'm very easily disappointed. Disappointed in the things that people do; disappointed in the things that people construct. I want things to be better all the time.
I freely admit that I am a bit of a misfit.
I'm still a recluse. I still hate everyone. I'm still a misanthrope.
Misfits aren't misfits among other misfits.
There's a lot to be said for misanthropy.