From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate.

Don't try to talk anyone out of concentrating his hatred on Ayn Rand or any other dead person. It can't harm the dead. Diverted to a living person, it might actually do harm.

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

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

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

Let them hate, so long as they fear. [Lat., Oderint, dum metuant.]