I don't harbor any hatred for the man. I'm just angry. I know God said love one another and forgive. But I'm angry because he did not just take away my son, he took away my best friend.

At one time through love all things come together into one, at another time, through strife's hatred, they are borne each of them apart.

It's a wonderful feeling when your father becomes not a god but a man to you- when he comes down from the mountain and you see he's this man with weaknesses. And you love him as this whole being, not as a figurehead.

You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the "mystery" of life.

No man can worship God or love his neighbor on an empty stomach

I think that hate is a feeling that can only exist where there is no understanding.