Hate is the cowards revenge for being frightened.

Love blinds us to people's faults but hate blinds us to their virtues.

We hate those who make us feel inferior.

The greatest hate often springs from the greatest love.

If you knew this was your last day, would you still hate?

If you hate yourself, you can love no other.

Prejudice is the maximum hate for the minimum reason.

Strong hates reveal our secret desires.

Misery generates hate.

You will hate in a person that which you hate in yourself.

How easily fear can turn into hate.