I am a misanthrope yet utterly benevolent.

There are very few misanthropes, thank goodness!

Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.

Whoever is not a misanthrope at forty can never have loved mankind.

I'm still a recluse. I still hate everyone. I'm still a misanthrope.

A man may make a misanthrope of himself, but he is never one by nature.

Let the misanthrope shun men and abjure; the most are rather lovable than hateful.

The misanthrope, as an essentially solitary man, is not a man at all: he must be a beast or a god.

My brother asked me once, 'Are you a misanthrope?' And I said, 'No, I just find people irritating.'

I fall in love with everything I also hate everything. It’s very hard to be a misanthrope and a romantic.

If you ever meet someone who cannot understand why solitary confinement is considered punishment, you have met a misanthrope.

...love rather than fear...this radical philosophy is coming from me, an avowed misanthrope...surely there is hope for us all.

A fine line separates the weary recluse from the fearful hermit. Finer still is the line between hermit and bitter misanthrope.

I am a misanthrope and yet utterly benevolent, have more than one screw loose yet am a super-idealist who digests philosophy more efficiently than food.

Since I no longer expect anything from mankind except madness, meanness, and mendacity; egotism, cowardice, and self-delusion, I have stopped being a misanthrope.

I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself.

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