The more we love, the nearer we are to hate.

If one judges love according to the greatest part of the effects it produces, it would appear to resemble rather hatred than kindness.

When our hatred is too alive puts us below what we hate.

Men are not only prone to forget benefits; they even hate those who have obliged them, and cease to hate those who have injured them. The necessity of revenging an injury, or of recompensing a benefit seems a slavery to which they are unwilling to submit.

We sometimes imagine we hate flattery, but we only hate the way we are flattered.