Like an unchecked cancer, hate corrodes the personality and eats away its vital unity. Hate destroys a man's sense of values and his objectivity. It causes him to describe the beautiful as ugly and the ugly as beautiful, and to confuse the true with the false and the false with the true.
Interpretation
Hate has a destructive impact on a person's character and perception, leading to a distorted view of reality.
This quote by Martin Luther King, Jr. highlights the corrosive nature of hate on an individual's personality and their ability to perceive the world objectively. When hate goes unchecked, it can change one's values, distort their judgment, and lead to a confusion between right and wrong, beauty and ugliness, undermining the very essence of their being.
In practice
In a speech about tolerance, one might say, 'As Martin Luther King Jr. said, 'Like an unchecked cancer, hate corrodes the personality.'
This business of burning human beings with napalm, of filling our nation's homes with orphans and widows, of injecting poisonous drugs of hate into veins of peoples normally humane, of sending men home from dark and bloody battlefields physically handicapped and psychologically deranged, cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love.
Music is the best consolation for a despaired man
We must meet the forces of hate with the power of love.
We may have all come on different ships, but we're in the same boat now.
Israel... is one of the great outpost of democracy in the world
One of the greatest casualties of the war in Vietnam is the Great Society... shot down on the battlefield of Vietnam.
This is a world of process, not a world of things.
Belief in a cruel God makes a cruel man.
It is written that there shall be a separation, and the sheep shall be separated from the goats. The other preachers have the sheep; I have the goats. And I have a few sheep among my goats, but they are very ragged.
Perhaps it’s that you can’t go back in time, but you can return to the scenes of a love, of a crime, of happiness, and of a fatal decision; the places are what remain, are what you can possess, are what is immortal. They become the tangible landscape of memory, the places that made you, and in some way you too become them. They are what you can possess and in the end what possesses you.
A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn't he?
If we don't take responsibility for each other, it seems to me the future is going to be even bleaker.
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