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It is easier to lead men to combat, stirring up their passion, than to restrain them and direct them toward read more
It is easier to lead men to combat, stirring up their passion, than to restrain them and direct them toward the patient labors of peace.
Peace has its victories no less than war, but it doesn't have as many monuments to unveil.
Peace has its victories no less than war, but it doesn't have as many monuments to unveil.
Yes, we love peace, but we are not willing to take wounds for it, as we are for war.
Yes, we love peace, but we are not willing to take wounds for it, as we are for war.
It is understanding that gives us an ability to have peace. When we understand the other fellow's viewpoint, and he read more
It is understanding that gives us an ability to have peace. When we understand the other fellow's viewpoint, and he understands ours, then we can sit down and work our differences.
Every kind of peaceful cooperation among men is primarily based on mutual trust and only secondarily on institutions such as read more
Every kind of peaceful cooperation among men is primarily based on mutual trust and only secondarily on institutions such as courts of justice and police.
Peace is a militant state, which is not secured by wishful thinking.... If we are to be sure of our read more
Peace is a militant state, which is not secured by wishful thinking.... If we are to be sure of our liberty, we must be ready to fight for it.
 Alternative Terror 
War Tanks rolled over to
Jenin and its Refugee Camp
As battlefields in a minute
Clouds of read more 
 Alternative Terror 
War Tanks rolled over to
Jenin and its Refugee Camp
As battlefields in a minute
Clouds of black smokes belched
From the nozzle of the missiles
Turned the dwellings into debris
And lives breathe under rubble
Still desires of living
That will never be fulfilled
Sighing are heard in the air
Unseen ghosts are roaming freely
Searching their brotherhoods
Living or dead
Souls are still weeping bitterly
With sorrows that never end
In the war turned atmosphere
Flying high in the sky appeared 
The hungry vultures that smell
Odors of rotten human flesh 
As if the open graveyards
To wipe the terrors and even its ghosts
Out of the worldly atmosphere
Reassuring pure peace
In every people’s mind
Is’t the rebirth of terror 
Or alternative terror ?
© Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar. 
Peace without justice is tyranny.
Peace without justice is tyranny.
The peace makers shall be called the children of God.
The peace makers shall be called the children of God.