There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder.

There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder.

Hatred is blind, as well as love.

Hatred is blind, as well as love.

Much that passes as idealism is disguised hatred or disguised love of power.

Much that passes as idealism is disguised hatred or disguised love of power.

The opposite of love, I have found, is not hate, but indifference.

The opposite of love, I have found, is not hate, but indifference.

From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate.

From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate.

I hate and I love. Perchance you ask why I do that. I know not,
but I feel that read more

I hate and I love. Perchance you ask why I do that. I know not,
but I feel that I do and I am tortured.
[Lat., Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio,
sed fieri sentio et excrucior.]

Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.

Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.

For never can true reconcilement grow,
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

For never can true reconcilement grow,
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

Hatred is a boomerang which is sure to hit you harder than the one at whom you throw it.

Hatred is a boomerang which is sure to hit you harder than the one at whom you throw it.