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.]

Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.

Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.

For never can true reconcilement grow,
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

For never can true reconcilement grow,
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder.

There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder.

But I do hate him as I hate the devil.

But I do hate him as I hate the devil.

Love blinds us to faults, but hatred blinds us to virtues.

Love blinds us to faults, but hatred blinds us to virtues.

He who is hated by all can not expect to live long.
[Fr., Qui vit hai de tous ne read more

He who is hated by all can not expect to live long.
[Fr., Qui vit hai de tous ne saurait longtemps vivre.]

You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges read more

You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.

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.