Quotes About Humanity

War is a horribly fascinating thing.

There have been two popular subjects for poetry in the last few decades: the Vietnam War and AIDS, about both of which almost all of us have felt deeply.

War is elective. It is not an inevitable state of affairs. War is not the weather.

War is a crime committed by men and, therefore, when enough people say it shall not be, it cannot be.

After 9/11, we realized that all these silly culture wars, and arguing about rock lyrics... who cares? You know, we, for some reason, remembered what our real problems are.

One of the main reasons that it is so easy to march men off to war is that each of them feels sorry for the man next to him who will die.

Not but wut abstract war is horrid, I sign to thet with all my heart, But civilysation doos git forrid Sometimes, upon a powder-cart.

The stench of the trail of Ego in our History. It is ego - ego, the fountain cry, origin, sole source of war.

There remained the sea, which is free to all, and particularly alluring to those who feel themselves at war with humanity.

War, at the best, is terrible, and this war of ours, in its magnitude and in its duration, is one of the most terrible.

Wars come and wars go but the world does not change: it will always forget an indebtedness which it thinks it expedient not to remember.

War itself is the enemy of the human race.

I do not believe in terrorism, violence, destruction, murder, pre-emption, or War.

My subject is war, and the pity of war.

The calamity of war, wherever, whenever and upon whomever it descends, is a tragedy for the whole of humanity.

The terror created by weaponry has never stopped men from employing them.

That we have collectively failed to halt and repudiate the war in Iraq makes us even worse than the Germans.

Sensing us, the trees tremble in their sleep, The living leaves recoil before our fires, Baring to us war-charred and broken branches, And seeing theirs, we for our own destruction weep.

War makes monsters out of men.

Accurst be he that first invented war.

War is a beastly business, it is true, but one proof we are human is our ability to learn, even from it, how better to exist

The war is dreadful. It is the business of the artist to follow it home to the heart of the individual fighters - not to talk in armies and nations and numbers - but to track it home.

War is out of date, obsolete.

The tragedy of the human condition is that the thing that makes us most human - community - originates in the inhumanity of war.