I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.

The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.

I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.

We compound our suffering by victimizing each other.

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.

What a man hates, he takes seriously.

Like the greatest virtue and the worst dogs, the fiercest hatred is silent.

It is part of human nature to hate the man you have hurt.

To the eye of enmity, virtue appears the ugliest blemish.

Like an unchecked cancer, hate corrodes the personality and eats away its vital unity. Hate destroys a man's sense of values and his objectivity. It causes him to describe the beautiful as ugly and the ugly as beautiful, and to confuse the true with the false, and the false with the true.