Hatred is always self hatred, and there is something suicidal about it.
People who remember court madness through pain, the pain of the perpetually recurring death of their innocence; people who forget court another kind of madness, the madness of the denial of pain and the hatred of innocence; and the world is mostly divided between madmen who remember and madmen forget.
There are few things under heaven more unnerving than the silent, accumulating contempt and hatred of a people.
Hatred destroys the person who hates.
