“Love turns, with little indulgence, to indifference or disgust: hatred alone is immortal.”
“Pure good soon grows insipid, wants variety and spirit. Pain is a bittersweet, which never surfeits. Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust. Hatred alone is immortal.”
“The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust”
“Hatred is so much closer to love than indifference.”
“Hatred never ceases with hatred, but with love alone is healed.”
“Well, these sad and hopeless obstacles are welcome in one sense, for they enable us to look with indifference upon the cruel satires that Fate loves to indulge in.”