Do you deny that Godâs incredible benison was to make man free, if he wished, to offend him? That no greater love is conceivable than to leave the creature free to hate the creator.
Whatever lies before us must keep its door tight shut. Whatever's past is past.
God was good on the physical and emotional sides and a great one for hate. He generously spilled his own hate into his dearest creation.
On Flaubert's 3 Contes: They are not quite short stories as we know them, then, yet to any modern writer, in whatever language, these are recommended as a fundamental textbook of style
In Europe, we tend to see marital love as an eternity which encompasses hate and also indifference. When we promise to love we really mean that we promise to honour a contract
Humanity is unregenerable and hates the language of conformity, since conformity has a whiff of the inhuman about it
Whatever the music critics say, I orchestrate well. I am in control of the tonal palette, or palate.
Love man the social animal, but hate, on principle, the engine called the State
The universe exists and somebody had to make it. The whole complex movement of the universe represents order. The Creator loves order and hates chaos. Virtue is order. Sin is chaos ... The sinner often doesn't understand the extent to which he destroys order ... The soul dedicated to order joins the ultimate divine order
Whatever we want we shall always have, but we ought always calculate whether we can afford to pay for it
At fifteen my mind was set on learning. At thirty my character had been formed. At forty I had no more perplexities. At fifty I knew the Mandate of Heaven. At sixty I was at ease with whatever I heard. At seventy I could follow my heart's desire without transgressing moral principles.
It may be that love turned to hate is terribly common in sexual matters: it may be that hate turned to love is not uncommon in the rivalries of race or class. But any philosophy about the sexes that begins with anything but the mutual attraction of the sexes, begins with a fallacy; and all its historical comparisons are as irrelevant and impertinent as puns.
Love is the most impregnable refuge of self-esteem, and we hate the eye that reaches to our nakedness.
Whatever games are played with us, we must play no games with ourselves
Most of us hate to see a poor loser. Rich winners, though, are worse.
The universe is surrounded by whatever it is that surrounds universes.
Whatever happens, behave like you meant it to happen.
I hate quotations.
Do you know what a pessimist is? A person who thinks everybody as nasty as himself, and hates them for it.
Don't you hate it when life doesn't follow the manuals?
I hate quotations.
Love me or hate me, but spare me your indifference.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
Do you know what a pessimist is? A person who thinks everybody as nasty as himself, and hates them for it.
Whatever games are played with us, we must play no games with ourselves, but deal in our privacy with the last honesty and truth.