Hatred is settled anger

His anger took many shapes: sometimes soft and familiar, like a round stone he had caressed for so long that is was perfectly smooth and polished; sometimes it was thin and sharp like a blade that could slice through anything; sometimes it had the form of a star, radiating his hatred in all directions, leaving him numb and empty inside.

But you can only go so long being angry before you learn to hate.

Anger, used, does not destroy. Hatred does.

His deeds do not agree with his words. [Lat., Facta ejus cum dictis discrepant.]

Guilt is present in the very hesitation, even though the deed be not committed. [Lat., In ipsa dubitatione facinus inest, etiamsi ad id non pervererint.]