War may make a fool of man, but it by no means degrades him; on the contrary, it tends to exalt him, and its net effects are much like those of motherhood on women.

We think-although of course, now, we very seldom Clearly think- That the other side of War is Peace.

How different the new order would be if we could consult the veteran instead of the politician.

We kill because we re afraid of our own shadow, afraid that if we used a little common sense we'd have to admit that our glorious principles were wrong.

War has become an affair of machines... and soldiers are little more than clever mechanics.

War is both the product of an earlier corruption and a producer of new corruptions.

Against war it may be said that it makes the victor stupid and the vanquished revengeful.

How good bad music and bad reasons sound when one marches against an enemy!

Wars, invented and organized by the highest available consciousnesses (do the worms go to war? do the fish? do the paramecia?), are the planet's chief source and cause of torment.

He who is the author of a war lets loose the whole contagion of hell and opens a vein that bleeds a nation to death.