I admit that invective is one of my pleasures. This only brings me problems in life, but that's it. I attack, I insult. I have a gift for that, for insults, for provocation. So I am tempted to use it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The attacks of which I have been the object have broken the spring of life in me... People don't realize what it feels like to be constantly insulted.
When people direct insults at me, I can take it.
Insults are pouring down on me as thick as hail.
I prefer to be true to myself, even at the hazard of incurring the ridicule of others, rather than to be false, and to incur my own abhorrence.
But I think I can sincerely declare that I cheerfully submit myself to every odious name for conscience' sake; and from my soul I despise all those whose guilt, malice, or folly has made them my foes.
If there is anyone here whom I have not insulted, I beg his pardon.
Somebody saying something offensive to you or insulting to you is not pleasant, but it's part of life.
To take revenge halfheartedly is to court disaster; either condemn or crown your hatred.
Affectation is a very good word when someone does not wish to confess to what he would none the less like to believe of himself.
I choose not to give energy to the emotions of revenge, hatred or the desire to subjugate.