Oh, I have loved him too much to feel no hate for him.
I love her and she loves me, and we hate each other with a wild hatred born of love.
People who keep dogs are cowards who haven't got the guts to bite people themselves.
I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.
I loathe people who keep dogs. They are cowards who haven't got the guts to bite people themselves.
That is the thankless position of the father in the family - the provider for all, and the enemy of all.
I always disliked dogs, those protectors of cowards who lack the courage to fight an assailant themselves.
What an occupation! To sit and flay your fellow men and then offer their skins for sale and expect them to buy them.
Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn for ever, it must go out, and the presentiment of its end destroys it at its very peak.