Amor y odio

Love is fed by the imagination, by which we become wiser than we know, better than we feel, nobler than we are: by which we can see life as a whole, by which and by which alone we can understand others in their real and ideal relation. Only what is fine and finely conceived, can feed love. But anything will feed hate. There was not a a glass of champagne that you drank, not a rich dish that you ate of in all those years, that did not feed your hate and make it fat.

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Hate is, intellectually considered, the eternal negation. Considered from the point of view of the emotions it is a form of atrophy, and kills everything but itself.

Oscar Wilde, De Profundis.

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