A Quote by Thiruvalluvar

Make foes of bowmen if you must, 
 Never of penmen. — © Thiruvalluvar
Make foes of bowmen if you must, Never of penmen.

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Ye shall only have foes to be hated; but not foes to be despised: ye must be proud of your foes.
Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me. Now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself, any by my friends I am abused; so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why then, the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes.
Only you must have worthy foes hate, but not enemies worthy of contempt. You must be proud of your enemy.
Never have so many men treated women like our foes. They call 'em hoes, but they might as well call them foes, 'cause you are totally against the existence of somebody who should live their life as an equal human being. If not, any man knows, it's like we're not equal. You know, women are usually a little better than us.
Our greatest foes, and whom we must chiefly combat, are within.
The ferocity we show our foes must be tempered by the lesson we hope to teach.
Consider the public. Never fear it nor despise it. Coax it, charm it, interest it, stimulate it, shock it now and then if you must, make it laugh, make it cry, but above all never, never, never bore the living hell out of it.
It is in the field of prayer that life's critical battles are lost or won. We must conquer all our circumstances there. We must first of all bring them there. We must survey them there. We must master them there. In prayer we bring our spiritual enemies into the Presence of God and we fight them there. Have you tried that? Or have you been satisfied to meet and fight your foes in the open spaces of the world?
He who has mingled in the fray of duty that the brave endure, must have made foes. If you have none, small is the work that you have done.
If ignorance and passion are the foes of popular morality, it must be confessed that moral indifference is the malady of the cultivated classes.
Bowmen bend their bows when they wish to shoot: unbrace them when the shooting is over. Were they kept always strung they would break and fail the archer in time of need. So it is with men. If they give themselves constantly to serious work, and never indulge awhile in pastime or sport, they lose their senses and become mad.
You must see it. You must believe it. And then you must never stop working to make it happen.
In the cruel and terrible time in which our generation has been condemned to live on this earth, we must never make peace with evil. We must never become indifferent to others or undemanding of ourselves.
Innovation keeps me ahead of my competition. It means that my foes must adapt to me, not the other way around.
In the New Hebrides, any dancer making a mistake was assaulted, wounded, and possibly killed by bowmen posted to keep careful watch for inaccuracies in rituals.
Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next.
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