The art of war is like the art of the courtesan- indeed, they might be called sisters, since both are the slaves of desperation.

A just fear of an imminent danger, though there be no blow given, is a lawful cause of war.

Youth is the first victim of war; the first fruit of peace. It takes twenty years or more of peace to make a man; it takes only twenty seconds of war to destroy him.

A general and a bit of shooting makes you forget your troubles ... it takes your mind off the cost of living.

If we justify war, it is because all peoples always justify the traits of which they find themselves possessed, not because war will bear an objective examination of its merits.

War is like love, it always finds a way.

No one ever mentioned it, but thousands of men welcomed World War II as a way to escape their humdrum lives rather than a chance to fight for God and country.

War for most men is not fighting or marching in parades. It is sitting around somewhere wondering what the hell you are supposed to be doing.

Clear undeniable right, clear undeniable might: either of these once ascertained puts an end to battle. All battle is a confused experiment to ascertain one and both of these.

There is nothing so subject to the inconstancy of fortune as war.