Quotes About Conflict

Modern politics is, at bottom, a struggle not of men but of forces. The men become every year more and more creatures of force, massed about central power-houses. The conflict is no longer between the men, but between the motors that drive the men, and the men tend to succumb to their own motive forces.

From earliest childhood the boy was accustomed to feel that, for him, life was double. Winter and summer, town and country, law and liberty, were hostile, and the man who pretended they were not, was in his eyes a schoolmaster -- that is, a man employed to tell lies to little boys.

Politics, as a practise, whatever its professions, has always been the systematic organization of hatreds.

Modern politics is, at bottom, a struggle not of men but of forces.

Politics... have always been the systematic organization of hatreds.

Politics, whatever its professions, has always been the systematic organization of hatreds.

j'ai aimé ma mère avec la rage d'en être haï.

We would not have our politics distracted and embittered by the dissensions of other lands.

Recognition of belligerency as an expression of sympathy is all very well.

Excitement is impossible where there is no contest.

The fluctuations in tobacco caused the first conflict with England, brought on by the violence of the clergy, and paved the way for resistance.

He had however one great advantage over both his Pilgrim and Puritan enemies, for he wrote a narrative of his adventures in a reckless and amusing fashion of which they were incapable, and thus has kept the laugh forever on his side.

I prefer the troubled ocean of war...to the tranquil, putrescent pool of ignominious peace.

Fire is the most tolerable third party.

What is human warfare but just this an effort to make the laws of God and nature take sides with one party.

The war was the only place where you could love men passionately.

All human conflict is ultimately theological.

She may be your own sister, honey, your own flesh and blood, but you've got to face it, deep down inside she hates you like poison and nothing would please her more than to see you get it right in the neck. The

She may be your own sister, honey, your own flesh and blood, but you've got to face it, deep down inside she hates you like poison and nothing would please her more than to see you get it right in the neck.

Do you want to know the cause of war? It is capitalism, greed, the dirty hunger for dollars. Take away the capitalist, and you will sweep war from the earth.

Wars do not end wars any more than an extraordinarily large conflagration does away with the fire hazard.

Sometimes you just don't like somebody

There is enough and to spare. The trouble is that, in this mad struggle, we trample in the mire what has been provided in sufficiency for us all; trample it in the mire while we tear and rend each other.

All civilization has from time to time become a thin crust over a volcano of revolution.