...as natural as breathing and as hateful as hell.

Hate cannot live alone. It must have love as a trigger, a goad or a stimulant

I do love her, and that’s odd because she is everything I detest in anyone else.

Pictures... are also opinions... [they] set down what the camera operator sees and he sees what he wants to see and what he loves and hates and pities and is proud of.

Some men are friends with the whole world in their hearts, and there are others that hate themselves and spread their hatred around like butter on hot bread.

All Americans believe that they are born fishermen. For a man to admit a distaste for fishing would be like denouncing mother-love or hating moonlight.