I'm still a recluse. I still hate everyone. I'm still a misanthrope.
...love rather than fear...this radical philosophy is coming from me, an avowed misanthrope...surely there is hope for us all.
A man may make a misanthrope of himself, but he is never one by nature.
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.
I am a misanthrope yet utterly benevolent.
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.
I fall in love with everything I also hate everything. It’s very hard to be a misanthrope and a romantic.
My brother asked me once, 'Are you a misanthrope?' And I said, 'No, I just find people irritating.'
A fine line separates the weary recluse from the fearful hermit. Finer still is the line between hermit and bitter misanthrope.
There are very few misanthropes, thank goodness!