We've practiced loving long enough, Let's come at last to hate. [Ger., Wir haben lang genug geliebt, Und wollen endlich hassen.]

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.]