If I am asked what we are fighting for, I can reply in two
sentences. In the first place, read more

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.

Carry on, carry on, for the men and boys are gone,
But the furrow shan't lie fallow while the read more

Carry on, carry on, for the men and boys are gone,
But the furrow shan't lie fallow while the women carry on.

Waging war we understand, but not waging peace, or at any rate less consciously so.

Waging war we understand, but not waging peace, or at any rate less consciously so.

War is hell.

War is hell.

In order for a war to be just, three things are necessary. First, the authority of the sovereign.... Secondly, a read more

In order for a war to be just, three things are necessary. First, the authority of the sovereign.... Secondly, a just cause.... Thirdly ... a rightful intention.

The more you sweat in peacetime, the less you bleed during war.

The more you sweat in peacetime, the less you bleed during war.

It is well that war is so terrible--we shouldn't grow too fond of it.

It is well that war is so terrible--we shouldn't grow too fond of it.

And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, read more

And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.

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.