We have met the enemy and they are ours.
We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender.
**** the torpedoes! Full speed ahead!
No bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country.
I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.
I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.
The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
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.
I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.
Naturally, the common people don't want war ... but after all it is the leaders of a country who determine the policy, and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is to tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in every country.
A man who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.
Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival.
I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast; for I intend to go in harm's way.
War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.
Naturally the common people don't want war. . . but after all it is the leaders of a country who determine policy, and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along. . .
So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.
I must study politics and war that my sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy.
Sure, we want to go home. We want this war over with. The quickest way to get it over with is to go get the bastards who started it.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; . . . who at best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.
It is not the critic who counts
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