The two men I hate most together in one room.

At last he came to himself and said, 'All men hate me.

The old man had always hated him, he knew that.

What I knew was that these two men hated each other.

Man, I hate looking up and not seeing a ball.

That was one thing the Man hated - still life.

She knew the old man hated her, and that's why she'd left.

Man, I hated that word, and they used it all the time.

Do you, indeed, old man, and I hate your cold heart!

A dying old man should not hate, but I cannot help it.