Women hate everything which strips off the tinsel of sentiment, and they are right, or it would rob them of their weapons.

I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.

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

Hatred is the madness of the heart.

Hatred is the madness of the heart

The Cincinnatus of the West, / Whom envy dared not hate, / Bequeathed the name of Washington, / To make man blush there was but one!