Enemy (n.) who must be loved may turn out to be oneself — the poorest beggar, the most impudent offender, standing in need of one's own kindness.
An Enemy (n.) at his worst is always imagined in front of us — yet we carry him within: a deadly longing for the abyss, to drown in our own source.
An Enemy (n.) is a handy bogey: we find the 'other' in us embodied in a real man, declare war on him, and so escape the Faustian catastrophe within.
An Enemy (n.) is never worse than the other self: a whole man knows no host of enemies equals the one who dwells in his own bosom.
An Enemy (n.) is where we judge with shameless naïveté and unwittingly confess our own defects: we accuse him of our unadmitted faults, condemn him, and even want to improve and educate him.
An Enemy (n.) on whom to foist everything evil is an enormous relief to the conscience: at last you can say who the devil is — so the normal man acts out his disturbances in wars and revolutions.
An Enemy (n.) is often what disappears from one's psychological inventory and turns up as a hostile neighbour — better to know your worst enemy is right there in your own heart.
The Enemy (n.) is comfortingly located out in the world, along with everything dear to us, where it can be conquered, punished or enjoyed — until nature ends this paradise of innocence.
An Enemy (n.) visible is always better than an invisible one.