Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate in their . . . relations.
Joy of life seems to me to arise from a sense of being where one belongs ... of being foursquare with the life we have chosen. All the discontented people I know are trying sedulously to be something they are not, to do something they cannot do.
The space in a needle's eye is sufficient for two friends, but the whole world is scarcely big enough to hold two enemies. Solomon ibn Gabirol Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed.