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If war should sweep our commerce from the seas, another generation will restore it. If war exhausts our treasury, future read more
If war should sweep our commerce from the seas, another generation will restore it. If war exhausts our treasury, future industry will replenish it. If war desiccate and lay waste our fields, under new cultivation they will grow green again and ripen to future harvest. If the walls of yonder Capitol should fall and its decorations be covered by the dust of battle, all these can be rebuilt. But who shall reconstruct the fabric of a demolished government; who shall dwell in the well-proportioned columns of constitutional liberty; who shall frame together the skillful architecture which unites sovereignty with state's rights, individual security with prosperity?
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.
The essence of war is violence. Moderation in war is imbecility.
The essence of war is violence. Moderation in war is imbecility.
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.
Mankind must put an end to war before war puts an end to mankind.
Mankind must put an end to war before war puts an end to mankind.
The real war will never get in the books.
The real war will never get in the books.
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.
War is a poor chisel to carve out tomorrow.
War is a poor chisel to carve out tomorrow.
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?
