High above hate I dwell,
O storms! farewell.

High above hate I dwell,
O storms! farewell.

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.

These two hated with a hate
Found only on the stage.

These two hated with a hate
Found only on the stage.

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.

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure;
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure;
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.

What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.

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.]

Hatreds are the cinders of affection.

Hatreds are the cinders of affection.

Passionate hatred can give meaning and purpose to an empty life.

Passionate hatred can give meaning and purpose to an empty life.