Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent.
These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which, as they kiss, consume.
I have always felt that violence was the last refuge of the incompetent, and empty threats the final sanctuary of the terminally inept.
You look all frail and breakable, but you’re really a violent little thing, aren’t you?
Violence does, in truth, recoil upon the violent, and the schemer falls into the pit which he digs for another.
Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
Those who talk most about blood have never actually seen it run.
Those who “abjure” violence can only do so because others are committing violence on their behalf.
They never lynch children, babies, no matter what they do they are whitewashed in advance.
There are all sorts of deep instincts in man of which he himself is unaware. The craving for blood – the demand for sacrifice!
The role of the intellectual cannot be to excuse the violence of one side and condemn that of the other.[Le rôle des intelleèiuels ne peut-être, comme on le lit tous les jours, d’excuser de loin l’une des violences et de condamner l’autre.]
The decisive means for politics is violence.[Für die Politik ist das entscheidende Mittel: die Gewaltsamkeit.]
