No one is to be called an enemy, all are your benefactors, and no one does you harm. You have no enemy except yourselves.
Francis of AssisiThe tree of love its roots hath spread Deep in my heart, and rears its head; Rich are its fruits: they joy dispense; Transport the heart, and ravish sense. In love's sweet swoon to thee I cleave, Bless'd source of love.
Francis of Assisi