There is a time for all things, a time to preach and a time to pray, but those times have read more

There is a time for all things, a time to preach and a time to pray, but those times have passed away. There is a time to fight, and that time has now come.

Fighting men are the city's fortress.

Fighting men are the city's fortress.

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.

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!

War is the unfolding of miscalculations.

War is the unfolding of miscalculations.

I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with read more

I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.

I couldn't help but say to [Mr. Gorbachev], just think how easy his task and mine might be in these read more

I couldn't help but say to [Mr. Gorbachev], just think how easy his task and mine might be in these meetings that we held if suddenly there was a threat to this world from another planet. [We'd] find out once and for all that we really are all human beings here on this earth together.

Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only read more

Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.

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.