One of the worst cases of hatred I have ever come across is found in a will written in 1935 by a Mr.
Donohoe. It says, "Unto my two daughters, Frances Marie and Denise Victoria, by reason of
their unfilial attitude toward a doting father, . . . I leave the sum of $1.00 to each and a father's curse. May their lives be
fraught with misery, unhappiness, and poignant sorrow. May their deaths be soon and of a lingering malignant and torturous
nature." The last line of the will is so vicious I shudder to quote it. It reads, "May their souls rest in hell and suffer the
torments of the condemned for eternity."
Our Daily Bread, February 18, 1994.
Hate is like acid. It can damage the vessel in which it is stored as well as destroy the object on which it is poured.
Ann Landers, Bits & Pieces, September 17, 1992,
A man who hates to be slapped on the back packs his coat with TNT and waits for this man who always slaps his back. His idea is
when he hits me I will get him, I'll blow him up. Hate kills both the person who you hate, but also yourself as well.
Hating people is like burning down your own house to get rid of a rat.