We are nearer loving those who hate us, than those who love us more than we desire.

We gain the most hateful things at the hand of those dearest.

In hatred is love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.

So heavenly love shall outdo hellish hate,
Giving to death, and dying to redeem,
So dearly to redeem what hellish hate
So easily destroy'd, and still destroys,
In those who, when they may, accept not grace.

Those that hate goodness are sometimes nearer than those that know nothing at all about it and think they have it.

the Devil's hand directs our every move - / the things we loathed become the things we love

Yet what greater defeat could we suffer than to come to resemble the forces we oppose in their disrespect for human dignity?

Whom we fear more than love, we are not far from hating.

In time we hate that which we often fear.

Alas, it is when we are beginning to leave this mortal body that it most offends us!

Man approaches God most nearly when he is in one sense least like God. For what can be more unlike than fullness and need, sovereignty and humility, righteousness and penitence, limitless power and a cry for help?

If love is a yearning to be like (even to become) the beloved, then hatred, it must be said, can be engendered by the same ambition, when it cannot be fulfilled.

everyone endeavors as much as possible to make others love what he loves, and to hate what he hates... This effort to make everyone approve what we love or hate is in truth ambition, and so we see that each person by nature desires that other persons should live according to his way of thinking...

Before the Christian religion had, as it were, humanized the idea of the Divinity, and brought it somewhat nearer to us, there was very little said of the love of God. The followers of Plato have something of it, and only something; the other writers of pagan antiquity, whether poets or philosophers, nothing at all. And they who consider with what infinite attention, by what a disregard of every perishable object, through what long habits of piety and contemplation it is that any man is able to attain an entire love and devotion to the Deity, will easily perceive that it is not the first, the most natural, and the most striking effect which proceeds from that idea. Thus we have traced power through its several gradations unto the highest of all, where our imagination is finally lost; and we find terror, quite throughout the progress, its inseparable companion, and growing along with it, as far as we can possibly trace them.