An unjust peace is better than a just war.

An unjust peace is better than a just war.

DepLeted uranium is a warcrime
in progress.
Doug Rokke
appointed by Norman Schwarzkopf as
commander of a cleanup crew of read more

DepLeted uranium is a warcrime
in progress.
Doug Rokke
appointed by Norman Schwarzkopf as
commander of a cleanup crew of several hundred,
30 of whom have died of cancer
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We are at war between consciousness and nature, between the desire for permanence and the fact of flux. It is read more

We are at war between consciousness and nature, between the desire for permanence and the fact of flux. It is ourself against ourselves.

They shall not pass till the stars be darkened:
Two swords crossed in front of the Hun;
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They shall not pass till the stars be darkened:
Two swords crossed in front of the Hun;
Never a groan but God has harkened,
Counting their cruelties one by one.

What is absurd and monstrous about war is that men who have no personal quarrel should be trained to murder read more

What is absurd and monstrous about war is that men who have no personal quarrel should be trained to murder one another in cold blood.

I couldn't help but say to [Mr. Gorbachev], just think how easy his task and mine might be in these read more

I couldn't help but say to [Mr. Gorbachev], just think how easy his task and mine might be in these meetings that we held if suddenly there was a threat to this world from another planet. [We'd] find out once and for all that we really are all human beings here on this earth together.

Wars have never hurt anybody except the people who die.

Wars have never hurt anybody except the people who die.

You know — we've had to imagine the war here, and we have imagined that it was being fought by read more

You know — we've had to imagine the war here, and we have imagined that it was being fought by aging men like ourselves. We had forgotten that the wars were fought by babies. When I saw those freashly shaved faces, it was a shock. 'My God, my God —' I said to myself, 'it's the Children's Crusade.'

She is a wall of brass;
You shall not pass! You shall not pass!
Spring up like read more

She is a wall of brass;
You shall not pass! You shall not pass!
Spring up like Summer grass,
Surge at her, mass on mass,
Still shall you break like glass,
Splinter and break like shivered glass,
But pass?
You shall not pass!