You can't hate the roots of a tree and not hate the tree. You can't hate Africa and not hate yourself.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
If you're not a tree hugger, then you're a what, a tree hater?
The beginnings of a forest is one of the ugliest things on the planet. It's bleak and your neighbours hate you.
People love to hate. I have a love-hate relationship with the world. The world loves to hate me.
People wonder why I love Africa so much. I say this is where I was born and raised. My roots are in Africa; that's were I developed.
What I did not yet know so intensely was the hatred of the white American for the black, a hatred so deep that I wonder if every white man in this country, when he plants a tree, doesn't see Negroes hanging from its branches.
Living without hate for people is almost impossible.
The greatness of man is great in that he knows himself to be wretched. A tree does not know itself to be wretched.
I am not able of hating. I am not able of hating.
If you don't like how things are, change it! You're not a tree.
I don't hate anybody.