My center is giving way, my right is retreating. Situation excellent. I shall attack.

I renounce war for its consequences, for the lies it lives on and propagates, for the undying hatred it arouses, for the dictatorships it puts in the place of democracy, for the starvation that stalks after it. I renounce war and never again, directly or indirectly, will I sanction or support it.

The tragedy of war is that it uses man's best to do man's worst.

I have bin (sic) in one battle, and that satisfied me with war and I would beg to be excused next time.

Men love war because it allows them to look serious. Because it is the only thing that stops women from laughing at them.

There never was a good war or a bad peace.

God is always with the strongest battalions.

... every man has a right over his own life and war destroys lives that were full of promise; it forces the individual into situations that shame his manhood, obliging him to murder fellow men, against his will ...

Either man is obsolete or war is.

How sweet war is to such as know it not.