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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.
If it were proved to me that in making war, my ideal had a chance of being realized, I would read more
If it were proved to me that in making war, my ideal had a chance of being realized, I would still say "no" to war. For one does not create a human society on mounds of corpses.
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.
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 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.
Traditional nationalism cannot survive the fissioning of the atom. One world or none.
Traditional nationalism cannot survive the fissioning of the atom. One world or none.
You know — we've had to imagine the war here, and we have imagined that it was being fought by read more
You know — we've had to imagine the war here, and we have imagined that it was being fought by aging men like ourselves. We had forgotten that the wars were fought by babies. When I saw those freashly shaved faces, it was a shock. 'My God, my God —' I said to myself, 'it's the Children's Crusade.'
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!
