But the eighteenth century, on the whole, loathed…

Hence, loathèd Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy.

— John Milton

Without competition we would be clinging to the clumsy antiquated processes of farming and manufacture and the methods of business of long ago, and…

— William McKinley

The poetry from the eighteenth century was prose; the prose from the seventeenth century was poetry.

— David Hare

Those who have not lived in the eighteenth century, in the years before the Revolution do not know the sweetness of living and cannot…

— Charles Maurice de Talleyrand

The bourgeois thinkers of the eighteenth century thus turned Aristotle's formula on its head: satisfactions which the Greek philosopher had identified with leisure were…

— Alain de Botton

I loathed every day and regret every day I spent in school. I like to be taught to read and write and add and…

— Woody Allen

“William loathed his family,' Mercer said. 'With cause.”

— Garth Risk Hallberg

“the Devil's hand directs our every move the things we loathed become the things we love; day by day we drop through stinking shades…

— Charles Baudelaire

“He and I had loathed each other since kindergarten. Heck, even before that. Mom says he’s the only baby I ever bit in daycare.”

— Rachel Hawkins

“How he loathed his life-long slavery to the clock, that pervasive intimate negative opposed to every spontaneous impulse. "It's the clock that is the…

— Dorothy Canfield Fisher

...Holmes, who loathed every form of society with his whole Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker Street, buried among his old books,…

— Arthur Conan Doyle

“I’d have loathed having the word pastel associated with me ever, whether applied to my appearance or my personality.”

— Julie Kibler

I loved the Army as an institution and loathed every single thing it required me to do.

— Simon Raven

I loathed William Frawley and the feeling was mutual. Whenever I received a new script, I raced through it, praying that there wouldn’t be…

— Vivian Vance

“The bounded is loathed by its possessor. The same dull round even of a universe would soon become a mill with complicated wheels.”

— William Blake