If I am asked what we are fighting for, I can reply in two
sentences. In the first place, to fulfil a solemn international
obligation . . . an obligation of honor which no self-respecting
man could possibly have repudiated. I say, secondly, we are
fighting to vindicate the principle that small nationalities are
not to be crushed in defiance of international good faith at the
arbitrary will of a strong and overmastering Power.
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In modern war... you will die like a dog for no good reason.
In modern war... you will die like a dog for no good reason.
War is only a cowardly escape from the problems of peace.
War is only a cowardly escape from the problems of peace.
You cannot simultaneously prevent and prepare for war.
You cannot simultaneously prevent and prepare for war.
When every autumn people said it could not last through the winter, and when every spring there was still no read more
When every autumn people said it could not last through the winter, and when every spring there was still no end in sight, only the hope that out of it all some good would accrue to mankind kept men and nations fighting. When at last it was over, the war had many diverse results and one dominant one transcending all others: disillusion.
Marriage is the only war in which you sleep with the enemy.
Marriage is the only war in which you sleep with the enemy.
War is the science of destruction.
War is the science of destruction.
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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 cannot bear it!" said the pewter soldier. "I have shed pewter
tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let read more
"I cannot bear it!" said the pewter soldier. "I have shed pewter
tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let me go to the wars and
lose arms and legs! It would at least be a change. I cannot
bear it longer! Now, I know what it is to have a visit from
one's old thoughts, with what they may bring with them! I have
had a visit from mine, and you may be sure it is no pleasant
thing in the end; I was at last about to jump down from the
drawers."
