While I see many hoof marks going in, I see none coming out. It is easier to get into the enemy's toils than out again.
The shaft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle's own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.
You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life.
An enemy can partly ruin a man, but it takes a good-natured injudicious friend to complete the thing and make it perfect.
It takes your enemy and your friend, working together, to hurt you: the one to slander you, and the other to get the news to you.
But now, for the first time, I see you are a man like me. I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, comrade. We always see it too late. Why do they never tell us that you are poor devils like us, that your mothers are just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony. Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy?