Love, friendship, respect do not unite people as much as a common hatred for something.
Hatred corrodes the container it’s carried in.
A man who takes away another man’s freedom is a prisoner of hatred; he is locked behind the bars of prejudice and narrow-mindedness.
I feel fairly certain that my hatred harms me more than the people whom I hate.
Hate the sin and not the sinner is a precept which though easy enough to understand is rarely practiced, and that is why the poison of hatred spreads in the world.
Fear of something is at the root of hate for others, and hate within will eventually destroy the hater.
People hate, as they love, unreasonably.
Passionate hatred can give meaning and purpose to an empty life.
We love without reason, and without reason we hate.
Hate is like acid. It can damage the vessel in which it is stored as well as destroy the object on which it is poured.
