A Rattlesnake, if Cornered will become so angry it will bite itself. That is exactly what the harboring of hate and resentment against others is - a biting of oneself. We think we are harming others in holding these spites and hates, but the deeper harm is to ourselves.
~E. Stanley Jones
Hate must make a man productive. Otherwise one might as well love.
Hate cages all the good things about you.
The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.
~Eldridge Cleaver, Soul on Ice, 1968
I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.
It is one of my sources of happiness never to desire a knowledge of other people's business.
When you are in trouble, people who call to sympathize are really looking for the particulars.
~Edgar Watson Howe, Country Town Sayings, 1911
Nothing travels faster than light, with the possible exception of bad news, which follows its own rules.
Gossip needn't be false to be evil - there's a lot of truth that shouldn't be passed around. ~Frank A. Clark
I resolve to speak ill of no man whatever, not even in a matter of truth; but rather by some means excuse the faults I hear charged upon others, and upon proper occasions speak all the good I know of everybody.
You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.
Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.
~Richard Wright, American Hunger, 1977
The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.
There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved. It is God's finger on man's shoulder.
Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.
Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.
~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand and Stars, 1939, translated from French by Lewis Galantière