Declare your jihad on thirteen enemies you cannot see - Egoism, Arrogance, Conceit, Selfishness, Greed, Lust, Intolerance, Anger, Lying, Cheating, Gossiping and Slandering. If you can master and destroy them, then will be ready to fight the enemy you can see.
When you imitate the enemy's tactics, you take on his liabilities.
A Commander-in-Chief needs to do two things. One - tell us who the enemy is. And two - say we are fighting to win.
I tell the truth: your enemy is also your friend-his presence makes your life fuller and richer.
Christmas gift suggestions: To your enemy, forgiveness. To an opponent, tolerance.
Nothing is more dangerous than a friend without discretion; even a prudent enemy is preferable.
The enemy wants to steal our peace and keep us stirred up, anxious, fearful, upset, and always in a stance of waiting for something terrible to happen at any minute.
By His life, death, and resurrection, our Savior has conquered our enemies, and by His Spirit He has granted us to share in the victory.
Domesticity is the enemy of art. I don't know if that's true. You can write good happy songs. So, I don't think it's necessarily happiness. But I think self-satisfaction is maybe the enemy. It's kind of better to think, "Tomorrow night I'm gonna sing it better. " There is this forward effort. It feels to me right, it feels human.
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age!
Adam gave me a scandalized look. "Fraternizing with the enemy!" he cried. "For shame, wench!
Perfection is often the enemy of greatness.
Self-consciousness is the enemy of all art, be it acting, writing, painting, or living itself, which is the greatest art of all.
Man usually avoids attributing cleverness to somebody else unless it is an enemy.
Light and lust are deadly enemies.
A military man can scarcely pride himself on having smitten a sleeping enemy; it is more a matter of shame, simply, for the one smitten.
'Perfect' is the enemy of 'good enough'.
Tombs decked by the arts can scarcely represent death as a formidable enemy; we do not, indeed, like the ancients, carve sports and dances in the sarcophagus, but thought is diverted from the bier by works that tell of immortality, even from the altar of death.
Superstition is an enemy to civil liberty.
I would have let you shoot me without further ado! But it is not possible to hang the German Reichsmarschall! I cannot permit this. . . . I have no moral obligation to submit to the justice of my enemies. I have therefore chosen the manner of death of the great Hannibal.