High above hate I dwell,
O storms! farewell.

High above hate I dwell,
O storms! farewell.

There's no hate lost between us.

There's no hate lost between us.

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of
yourself. What isn't part of read more

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of
yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.

Yet 'tis greater skill
In a true hate to pray they have their will;
The very devils read more

Yet 'tis greater skill
In a true hate to pray they have their will;
The very devils cannot plague them better.

Hate is such a luxurious emotion, it can only be spent on one we love.

Hate is such a luxurious emotion, it can only be spent on one we love.

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.]

In time we hate that which we often fear.

In time we hate that which we often fear.

Hatreds are the cinders of affection.

Hatreds are the cinders of affection.

Anger may repast with thee for an hour, but not repose for a night; the continuance of anger is hatred, read more

Anger may repast with thee for an hour, but not repose for a night; the continuance of anger is hatred, the continuance of hatred turns malice.