Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.

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

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

Hatred is the madness of the heart.

For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?

Hatred is the madness of the heart