"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."

War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic read more

War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse.

The Establishment center... has led us into the stupidest and cruelest war in all history. That war is a moral read more

The Establishment center... has led us into the stupidest and cruelest war in all history. That war is a moral and political disaster - a terrible cancer eating away at the soul of our nation.

Marriage is the only war in which you sleep with the enemy.

Marriage is the only war in which you sleep with the enemy.

To conquer the enemy without resorting to war is the most desirable. The highest form of generalship is to conquer read more

To conquer the enemy without resorting to war is the most desirable. The highest form of generalship is to conquer the enemy by strategy.

A prisoner of war is a man who tries to kill you and fails, and then asks you not to read more

A prisoner of war is a man who tries to kill you and fails, and then asks you not to kill him.

When war is declared, truth is the first casualty.

When war is declared, truth is the first casualty.

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!

In a war of ideas, it is people who get killed.

In a war of ideas, it is people who get killed.