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

Hate pollutes the mind.

It is human nature to hate him whom you have injured.

It is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also remembering my reasons for them!

Hatred of enemies is easier and more intense than love of friends. But from men who are more anxious to injure opponents than to benefit the world at large no great good is to be expected.

We never get to love by hate, least of all by self-hatred.

He that fears your presence will hate you absence.

Hatred - The anger of the weak.

When we hate our enemies, we are giving them power over us: power over our sleep, our appetites, our blood pressure, our health, and our happiness. Our enemies would dance with joy if only they knew how they were worrying us, lacerating us, and getting even with us! Our hate is not hurting them at all, but our hate is turning our own days and nights into a hellish turmoil.

Forcible ways make not an end of evil, but leave hatred and malice behind them.