Be it sin or no, I hate the man!

He who despises himself esteems himself as a self-despiser.

I detest a man who knows that he knows.

yes I hate him I would die for him I've already died for him I die for him over and over again

it was odd, he thought, that a man could hate himself as though he were someone else.

for he is such a disagreeable man, that it would be quite a misfortune to be liked by him.

When a person can take pleasure in marching in step to a piece of music it is enough to make me despise him. He has been given his big brain only by mistake.

The critic hates most that which he would have done himself if he had had the guts.

I detest that man, who hides one thing in the depths of his heart, and speaks forth another

He was permanently impressed by the most irrelevant banalities and impossible to impress with real novelty, meaning, or conflict. And he was too moronic to be properly self-loathing — so it was my duty to loathe him instead.

We hate old friends: we hate old books: we hate old opinions; and at last we come to hate ourselves.

"Do you absolutely despise me, Walter?"
"No." He hesitated and his voice was strange. "I despise myself."

Don't introduce me to that man! I want to go on hating him, and I can't hate a man whom I know.

He who has lived and thought can't help
despising people in his soul;
him who has felt disturbs
the ghost of irrecoverable days;
for him there are no more enchantments;
him does the snake of memories,
him does repentance bite.