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

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

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.

The opposite of love, I have found, is not hate, but indifference.

The opposite of love, I have found, is not hate, but indifference.

A Native American grandfather talking to his young grandson tells the boy he has two wolves inside of him struggling read more

A Native American grandfather talking to his young grandson tells the boy he has two wolves inside of him struggling with each other. The first is the wolf of peace, love and kindness. The other wolf is fear, greed and hatred. "Which wolf will win, grandfather?" asks the young boy. "Whichever one I feed," is the reply.

High above hate I dwell,
O storms! farewell.

High above hate I dwell,
O storms! farewell.

Much that passes as idealism is disguised hatred or disguised love of power.

Much that passes as idealism is disguised hatred or disguised love of power.

Hatred is blind, as well as love.

Hatred is blind, as well as love.

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.