When Young We Are Faithful To Individuals,

Hate Is The Consequence Of Fear; We Fear Something Before We Hate; A Child Who Fears Noises Becomes The Man Who Hates Them.

We Fear Something Before We Hate.

Vulgarity Is The Garlic In The Salad Of Charm.

Miserable Orpheus Who, Turning To Lose His Eurydice, Beholds Her For The First Time As Well As The Last.

Nothing Dates Like Hate And In Literature A Little Of It Goes A Very Long Way.