I'm not a misogynist. I'm a misanthrope. I hate everyone equally.

You call me a misanthrope because I avoid society. You err; I love society. Yet in order not to hate people, I must avoid their company.

I don't like people. I don't like any kind of people. When you get them together in a big lump they all get nasty and dirty and full of trouble. So I don't like people including you. That's what a misanthropist is.

People hate those who make them feel their own inferiority.

we should not become misologues, as people become misan- d
thropes. There is no greater evil one can suffer than to hate reasonable
discourse. Misology and misanthropy arise in the same way. Misanthropy comes when a man without knowledge or skill has placed great
trust in someone and believes him to be altogether truthful, sound, and
trustworthy; then, a short time afterwards he finds him to be wicked
and unreliable, and then this happens in another case; when one has
frequently had that experience, especially with those whom one believed e
to be one’s closest friends, then, in the end, after many such blows,
one comes to hate all men and to believe that no one is sound in any
way at all.

I like to think I'm helping them by hating them. I'm reminding them that they aren't God's gift to humankind.

have I not the reason to hate and to despise myself? Indeed I do; and chiefly for not having hated and despised the world enough.

"She had to fight against developing too combative a personality or becoming altogether a misanthrope. She suddenly caught herself. "Misanthrope" is someone who dislikes everybody, not just men.
And they certainly had a word for someone who hates women: "misogynist." But the male lexicographers had somehow neglected to coin a word for the dislike of men. They were almost entirely men themselves, she thought, and had been unable to imagine a market for such a word."

Some book reviewer whose name I forget recently called me a 'vicious misanthrope' . . . or maybe it was a 'cynical misanthrope'. . . but either way, he (or she) was right; and what got me this way was <i>politics</i>.

You hate me; but your abhorrence cannot equal that with which I regard myself.

When people hate with all that energy, it is something in themselves they are hating.

I'm controversial. My friends either dislike me or hate me

Whoever is not a misanthrope at forty can never have loved mankind.

I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not.