I was never more hated than when I tried to be honest. Or when, even as just now I've tried to articulate exactly what I felt to be the truth. No one was satisfied

I am Phædrus, that is who I am, and they are going to destroy me for speaking the Truth.

It was always like this. When you spoke the truth, they hated you. The more you talked about love, the more they hated you.

People must speak truth now, not when it is so late. I am more furious because if I knew something I would have spoken, even today. I am hated for truth and I am at peace with that. Yho this is so sad

No one is more hated than he who speaks the truth.

Don't tell a lie to be loved, speak the truth to be hated.

Silence is treason. That is why I have spoken, why I speak and why I shall continue to speak.

Kindly permit me to tell you, sir, that I hate you. I hate you and your child, as I hate the life of which you are the representative: cheap, ridiculous, but yet triumphant life, the everlasting antipodes and deadly enemy of beauty. I cannot say I despise you - for I am honest. You are stronger than I. I have no armour for the struggle between us, I have only the Word, avenging weapon of the weak. Today I have availed myself of this weapon. This letter is nothing but an act of revenge - you see how honourable I am - and if any word of mine is sharp and bright and beautiful enough to strike home, to make you feel the presence of a power you do not know, to shake even a minute your robust equilibrium, I shall rejoice indeed. -

The extremist people hate me. They speak about me in the mosques and pass round leaflets condemning me as un-Islamic.

It's part of the shape of the Universe. I only have to talk to somebody and they begin to hate me.

The correct answer to speech you abhor is bearing witness to what you believe.

Well I've got news for them. You don't run the show. And you don't run the heavens and you don't even run humanity. And everything they build against us, is going to be used against you, and it's going to be, directly responsible for your downfall, and that's why you hate me, because you know, that I speak the truth. And you that this flesh isn't pure. But my spirit is, and means everything I say. I see you. Every. Horrible. Part of you. Every facet. Every surface, every little deep thought

write with honesty and don't worry about the feelings of others, because no matter what you say, they'll hate you anyway.

Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth.