Travel is very subjective. What one person loves another loathes. I would say a private paradise in the Caribbean. If you want culture and class I would say Tuscany. If you want exotic I would say Bangkok Thailand.

Travel is very subjective. What one person loves another loathes.

I think the deafness affects me more than I realise I think it makes me more tired. I loathe parties. I attend smile and leave.

In the mean time I worship God laying every wrong action under an interdict which I endeavour to respect and I loathe the wicked without doing them any injury.

I feel an intense intimacy with those who have this loathing interest in me. Further than this I know what they mean I sympathize with them I understand them. There should be a name (as poetic as love) for this relationship between loather and loathed it is of the closest and more full of passion than incest.

Machines are worshipped because they are beautiful and valued because they confer power they are hated because they are hideous and loathed because they impose slavery.

I loathe and detest all this trivialisation of politics.

It is hard I submit to loathe bloodshed including war more than I do but it is still harder to exceed my loathing of the very nature of totalitarian states in which massacre is only an administrative detail.

Sending Paris Hilton to jail for being the most loathed celeprosy lesion in the history of the species seems like a happening idea at first - forty-five days at Century Regional Detention Center is so the new thirty days at Promises Malibu! But it sets a dangerous precedent to jail celebs just because someone hates them.

I loathe gardening but I love gardens and I have two beautiful gardens. I can not bear gardening but I love gardens.