But so it is, that there is a secret affinity, a hankering after, evil in the human mind, and that it takes a perverse, but a fortunate delight in mischief, since it is a never-failing source of satisfaction. Pure good soon grows insipid, wants variety and spirit. Pain is a bittersweet, wants variety and spirit. Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust: hatred alone is immortal.
Y aquí un muy buen perfil de Hazlitt.
For Hazlitt, the ability to hate the enemy is the central energy in oratory and prose, and he often quotes Milton’s phrase “sacred vehemence” to illustrate an energy which for him is vital to all writing and speaking – Yeats called it “passionate intensity”.