The dupe of friendship, and the fool of love; have I not reason to hate and to despise myself? Indeed I do; and chiefly for not having hated and despised the world enough.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My hates have always occupied my mind much more actively and have given greater spiritual satisfactions than my friendships.
People love to hate. I have a love-hate relationship with the world. The world loves to hate me.
I don't hate anyone. I dislike. But my dislike is the equivalent of anyone else's hate.
Those whom we can love, we can hate; to others we are indifferent.
It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for something you are not.
Hate is not the opposite of love; apathy is.
Life has taught me that it is not for our faults that we are disliked and even hated, but for our qualities.
Hatred is active, and envy passive dislike; there is but one step from envy to hate.
Whoever despises himself nonetheless respects himself as one who despises.
Let's make this clear: I do not hate anybody.