One is left with the horrible feeling now that war settles nothing; that to win a war is as disastrous as to lose one!
Oh, sure, we have another world war coming, and another great depression, but where are the leaders this time?
Of all the miseries that civil war can bring upon a country the greatest lies in the appeal which one of the contestants always ends by making to some foreign government.
Obviously the connection between dress and war is not far to seek; your finest clothes are those that you wear as soldiers.
Love is a conquest! Love is war!
Love and war are the same thing, and stratagems and policy are as allowable in the one as in the other.
Listen up – there’s no war that will end all wars. War breeds war. Lapping up the blood shed by violence, feeding on wounded flesh. War is a perfect, self-contained being. You need to know that.
It was as though peace were a lethargy, a miasma that filled mankind with a sense of ennui, and it was only war that could stimulate man to the full exhilaration of life.
It is the good war that halloweth every cause.
In war you do not exercise the right of private judgement. That is what is so dangerous. Once a man is imbued with the idea that he knows who ought to be allowed to live and who ought not – then he is halfway to becoming the most dangerous killer there is – the arrogant criminal who kills not for profit – but for an idea. He has usurped the functions of le bon Dieu.
If the war didn’t happen to kill you it was bound to start you thinking.
Every man should lose a battle in his youth, so he does not lose a war when he is old.
