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.
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The more you sweat in peacetime, the less you bleed during war.
The more you sweat in peacetime, the less you bleed during war.
O great corrector of enormous times,
Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider
Of dusty and old read more
O great corrector of enormous times,
Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider
Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood
The earth when it is sick, and curest the world
O' the pleurisy of people.
Patriots always talk of dying for their country and never of killing for their country.
Patriots always talk of dying for their country and never of killing for their country.
And by a prudent flight and cunning save
A life which valour could not, from the grave.
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save
A life which valour could not, from the grave.
A better buckler I can soon regain,
But who can get another life again?
When you have to kill a man it costs nothing to be polite.
When you have to kill a man it costs nothing to be polite.
War is not merely a political act but a real political instrument, a continuation of political intercourse, a carrying out read more
War is not merely a political act but a real political instrument, a continuation of political intercourse, a carrying out of the same by other means.
War will exist until that distant day when the conscientious objector enjoys the same reputation and prestige that the warrior read more
War will exist until that distant day when the conscientious objector enjoys the same reputation and prestige that the warrior does today.
The grim fact is that we prepare for war like precocious giants, and for peace like retarded pygmies.
The grim fact is that we prepare for war like precocious giants, and for peace like retarded pygmies.
"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."
