Quotes About War

You can either invade a country or leave them alone and trade with them. When goods cross borders, armies don't.

War is an ugly thing but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. A man who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing he cares about more than his personal safety; is a miserable creature who has no chance of being free, unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.

War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things: the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks nothing worth a war, is worse. A man who has nothing which he cares about more than he does about his personal safety is a miserable creature who has no chance of being free, unless made and kept so by the existing of better men than himself.

War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse.

War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling that thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.

War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling, which thinks that nothing is worth war, is much worse. The person, who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.

Ought we therefore to lay on no taxes, and, under whatever provocation, make no wars?

He told me the crooks used this place for more than just a dumping ground for undesirables. He said they also had a lot of food stored here in case there was ever a nuclear war. That way they could insure that in the future there would still be criminals.

My friend Oz Katerji once saw a great line of graffiti in Beirut that can work for every war reporter in every war: 'I don't believe in anything. I am just here for the violence.

All that is needed to set us definitely on the road to a Fascist society is war. It will of course be a modified form of Fascism at first.

in World War I, Canada lost 60,000 young men, from a total population of 7 million. If the United States had lost a similar ratio in Vietnam, it wouldn't have lost 58,000 men but 1.7 million—or almost thirty times more.

a debate isn't a competition, it's a civil war.

Our strategy is one of preventing war by making it self-evident to our enemies that they're going to get their clocks cleaned if they start one.

President Obama learned first-hand, drones are the ultimate killing and spying machines. Indeed, the use of drones to target and kill insurgents became a centerpiece of the president's war on terror.

fighting the war on drugs and supporting civilian authorities

The human race is at war. Our biggest enemy, pure and simple, is ignorance.

Si vis pacem, para bellum," Gray

I mean, after everything we knew about them… we should never have ended the war the first time.

All battles are fought by scared men who'd rather be some place else.

I would think somebody like Jane Fonda and her idiot husband would be terribly ashamed and saddened that they were a part of causing us to stop helping the South Vietnamese. Now look what's happening. They're getting killed by the millions. Murdered by the millions. How the hell can she and her husband sleep at night?

And while in one sense love conquers all, war nonetheless remains the governing force in world affairs.

Sloane looked at him for a moment, his eyes bright and intent as they had been before the war. Then the film of indifference settled over them, and he turned away from Stoner and shuffled some papers on his desk.

He saw the sickness of the world and of his own country during the years after the great war; he saw hatred and suspicion become a kind of madness that swept across the land like a swift plague; he saw young men go again to war, marching eagerly to a senseless doom, as if in the echo of a nightmare. And the pity and sadness he felt were so old, so much a part of his age, that he seemed to himself nearly untouched.

Begone, begone, you bloody whoreson Gauls!