When our hatred is too bitter it places us below those whom we hate.

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

The intention of never deceiving often exposes us to deception.

Why can we remember the tiniest detail that has happened to us, and not remember how many times we have told it to the same person.

Envy is more irreconcilable than hatred.

Hatred is so lasting and stubborn, that reconciliation on a sickbed certainly forebodes death