The right people came along with the right tools (eyelids), and it was goodnight, war. Peace felt like such a dream, probably because it was.
The right people came along with the right tools (eyelids), and it was goodnight, war. Peace felt like such a dream, probably because it was.
I've given up reading the papers. Since the world's so obviously bent on killing itself, I decided months ago to sit back and let it.
The Devil fights from behind barricades of linguistic complexity, but the war of words will be won by those armed only with simplistic truths
Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men. It is the spirit of men who follow and of the man who leads that gains the victory.
I always thought everyone was against war until I found out there are those who are all for it, especially those who do not have to go there.
War begins like a pretty girlwith whom every man wants to flirtand ends like an ugly old womanwhose visitors suffer and weep- Samuel ha-Nagid
I have placed my faith in humanity, but faith in the universal becomes meaningless without faith in the individual. – Panchali Draupadi
You haven't lived a full life until you have been in a very tough situation when you thought you were going to die. War does that to you.
Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.
There are plenty of laws to protect guys' money even in war time but there's nothing on the books says a man's life's his own.
He who is ready to die for his country is a fool. For he didn’t choose where he was born; and where he was born didn’t choose him.
The difference between a terrorist and a freedom fighter is a matter of perspective: it all depends on the observer and the verdict of history.
it is a higher glory... to stay war itself with a word, than to slay men with the sword, and to procure or maintain peace by peace, not by war.
They say this war is a cloud over the land! But they make the weather and then they stand in the rain and say, ‘Shit, it’s raining!
There ought to be at least as much common sense about living and dying as there is about going to the grocery store and buying a loaf of bread.