What the horrors of war are, no one can imagine. They are not wounds and blood and fever, spotted and low, or dysentery, chronic and acute, cold and heat and famine. They are intoxication, drunken brutality, demoralization and disorder on the part of the inferior... jealousies, meanness, indifference, selfish brutality on the part of the superior.
Some think the worst horrors of war might be avoided by an international agreement not to use atomic bombs. This is a vain hope.
I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.
There never was a good war or a bad revolution.
War does not determine who is right - only who is left.
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.
At every step the vast majority have expressed horror at the idea of an aggressive war.
The world has achieved brilliance without conscience. Ours is a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants.
All wars are follies, very expensive and very mischievous ones. In my opinion, there never was a good war or a bad peace. When will mankind be convinced and agree to settle their difficulties by arbitration?
Ours is a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants. We know more about war that we know about peace, more about killing that we know about living.
There is nothing that war has ever achieved that we could not better achieve without it.
The basic problems facing the world today are not susceptible to a military solution.
One is left with the horrible feeling now that war settles nothing; that to win a war is as disastrous as to lose one.
All wars are follies, very expensive and very mischievous ones.
When will mankind be convinced and agree to settle their difficulties by arbitration?
After the desperate years of their own war, after six years of repression inside Spain and six years of horror in exile, these people remain intact in spirit. They are armed with a transcendent faith; they have never won, and yet they have never accepted defeat.
The spectacle of a field of battle after the combat, is sufficient to inspire Princes with the love of peace, and the horror of war.
The horrors of war, pale beside the loss of a mother
I know I have been portrayed as a general looking for war. Many other headlines speak of that. That's what people say. But I understand the importance of peace because I saw the horrors of war. That's how I see it. I lost my best friends in battles.. and I had to make decisions of life and death, of others and myself.
Woodstock happened in August 1969, long before the Internet and mobile phones made it possible to communicate instantly with anyone, anywhere. It was a time when we werent able to witness world events or the horrors of war live on 24-hour news channels.
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