Quotes About Conflict

Las revoluciones se producen en los callejones sin salida. Cuando la verdad es demasiado débil para defenderse y tiene que pasar al ataque.

Where else are you going to get morality from, is what I say? Peace is just piggishness, it takes war to establish order.

All I get from your victory is losses.

NEPHEW: One cannot be arraigned for declaring a war, which every ruler has to do once in a while, but only for running a war badly.

La guerra che verrà non è la prima. Prima ci sono state altre guerre. Alla fine dell'ultima C'erano vincitori e vinti. Fra i vinti la povera gente Faceva la fame. Fra i vincitori Faceva la fame la povera gente egualmente.

What else can you expect with peace running wild all over the place? You know what the trouble with peace is? No organization.

Es curioso. Cuando se oye hablar a los señorones, sólo hacen la guerra por el temor de Dios y por todo lo que es bueno y hermoso. Pero si bien se mira no son tan tontos y hacen la guerra por la ganancia.

The war which is coming Is not the first one. There were Other wars before it. When the last one came to an end There were conquerors and conquered. Among the conquered the common people Starved. Among the conquerors The common people starved too.

We are ending where the savages began. We have found again the lost arts of starving non-combatants, burning hovels, and leading away the vanquished into slavery. Barbarian invasions would be superfluous: we are our own Huns.

As every advance of Power is useful for war, so war is useful for the advance of power; war is like a sheep-dog harrying the laggard Powers to catch up their smarter fellows in the totalitarian race.

Power is linked with war, and a society wishing to limit war's ravages can find no other way than by limiting the scope of Power.

No century has been more concerned than ours to do away with war: it has proved signally unsuccessful. All too little attention has been given to the phenomenon that internal politics have become increasingly more warlike.

En el socialismo, el espíritu de solidaridad propuesto tiene como ingrediente necesario la desconfianza y el odio hacia otra sociedad o una parte de otra sociedad. Así, la solidaridad conseguida no es, como se pretendía, una solidaridad en la caridad, sino, al menos parcialmente, una solidaridad en la lucha.

Rejoicing in his absolute authority, the single egoist will exploit it methodically, whereas a mêlée of egoists will bring about a ruinous disorder and a disastrous cleavage, because the contrariety of the appetites to be satisfied will prevent the satisfaction of any single one. Clearly, then, the effect of the pursuit of private ends under cover of the public good will be worse if there are many with a hand in power than if there is only one.

History is the register of the strife of authorities.

History is the register of the strife of authorities. Always and everywhere man takes possession of man to bend him to his will and adapt him to his designs; so that society is seen to be a galaxy of authorities which arise, grow, and fight each other.

Religions that teach brotherly love have been used as an excuse for persecution, and our profoundest scientific insight is made into a means of mass destruction.

I found one day in school a boy of medium size ill-treating a smaller boy. I expostulated, but he replied: 'The bigs hit me, so I hit the babies; that's fair.' In these words he epitomized the history of the human race.

These men - ..., the politicians, ... - use their position, their knowledge, and their power of disseminating misinformation to arouse and stimulate the latent instinct for bloodshed. When they have succeeded, they say they are reluctantly forced to war by the pressure of public opinion.

Such battles as he carried on now were in a wider sphere, their sole object the complete political annihilation of the dumb and dastardly Democrats.

As a kid, I was always mad - just noticing the women at Thanksgiving, running around the kitchen, while the men were watching football. For one, I don't want to cook, and for two, I hate football. I was stuck in the middle.

Then human mind holds tight to those things it can't reconcile.

The human mind holds tightly to those things it can't reconcile.

Throughout her life, Henriette Wyeth has to decide: Love or work. Fidelity or freedom. Beauty or snark. East or west. Her father's daughter or her husband's wife. Her children's mother or her artist's heart—her palette or her paint, her feathers or her shells.