The purpose of war is peace.
The only way to guarantee peace is by making the prospect of war seem hopeless.
I have no interest in peace. Peace is a dirty word.
Eternal peace is probably overrated.
Peace is an illusion. And no matter how tranquil the world seems, peace doesn’t last long. Peace is a struggle against our very nature. A skin we stretch over the bone, muscle, and sinew of our own innate savagery.
If you seek peace prepare for war.
Seeming cruelty can bring beauty. Pain purifies and leads to peace.
Every force has its equal. Fear, peace, dark, light… one can’t exist without the other.
We make peace with our enemies, not our friends.
We have to create a presence so disruptive they’ll want nothing but peace.
Sometimes distance is the only way to find peace.[La distancia a veces es la única manera de encontrar la paz.]
What greater source of peace exists than our ability to love our enemy?[to Michael]
