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He who wishes to secure the good of others has already secured his own.

I do not know with what weapons World War 3 will be fought, but World War 4 will be fought with sticks and stones.
Fear has its use but cowardice has none.
You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.
Cowards can never be moral.
To know what is right and not do it is the worst cowardice.
It is one of the most beautiful compensations in life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.
A coward gets scared and quits. A hero gets scared, but still goes on.
The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.
War is a game that is played with a smile. If you can't smile, grin. If you can't grin, keep out of the way till you can.
Keep on sowing your seed, for you never know which will grow -- perhaps it all will.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.
The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.
God's delays are not God's denials.
To be happy is to be able to become aware of oneself without fright.
War is like love, it always finds a way.
The pioneers of a warless world are the young men and women who refuse military service.
The man who is aware of himself is henceforward independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and through with a profound yet temperate happiness.
The quickest way of ending a war is to lose it.
Cowards die a thousand deaths. The valiant taste of death but once.
In war, there are no unwounded soldiers.
War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things: the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks nothing worth a war, is worse. A war to protect other human beings against tyrannical injustice; a war to give victory to their own ideas of right and good, and which is their own war, carried on for an honest purpose by their own free choice -- is often the means of their regeneration.
I hate war as only a soldier who has lived it can, only as one who has seen its brutality, its futility, its stupidity.
The reward of a thing well done is to have done it.
More than an end to war, we want an end to the beginnings of all wars.
Men are at war with each other because each man is at war with himself.
There is no avoiding war; it can only be postponed to the advantage of others.
I believe in compulsory cannibalism. If people were forced to eat what they killed, there would be no more wars.
Morality is contraband in war.
War is delightful to those who have had no experience of it.
The problem in defense is how far you can go without destroying from within what you are trying to defend from without.
The coward threatens when he is safe.
Most people grow old within a small circle of ideas, which they have not discovered for themselves. There are perhaps less wrong-minded people than thoughtless.
It takes twenty years or more of peace to make a man; it takes only twenty seconds of war to destroy him.
Cry havoc! and let slip the dogs of war, that this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial.
All war represents a failure of diplomacy.
Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die.
Let the motive be in the deed and not in the event. Be not one whose motive for action is the hope of reward.
There are several good protections against temptation, but the surest is cowardice.
That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.
Dishonesty, cowardice and duplicity are never impulsive.
Cowardice, as distinguished from panic, is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend the functioning of the imagination.
Faint heart never won fair lady.
Anyone who has ever looked into the glazed eyes of a soldier dying on the battlefield will think hard before starting a war.
America is addicted to wars of distraction.
Of the four wars in my lifetime, none came about because the U.S. was too strong.
It is far easier to make war than to make peace.
Hence that general is skilful in attack whose opponent does not know what to defend; and he is skilful in defense whose opponent does not know what to attack.
Wars are made to make debt.
The real trouble with war (modern war) is that it gives no one a chance to kill the right people.
How is the world ruled and led to war? Diplomats lie to journalists and believe these lies when they see them in print.
Mankind must put an end to war, or war will put an end to mankind. War will exist until that distant day when the conscientious objector enjoys the same reputation and prestige that the warrior does today.
Those who are at war with others are not at peace with themselves.
What vast additions to the conveniences and comforts of living might mankind have acquired, if the money spent in wars had been employed in works of public utility; what an extension of agriculture even to the tops of our mountains; what rivers rendered navigable, or joined by canals; what bridges, aqueducts, new roads, and other public works, edifices, and improvements might not have been obtained by spending those millions in doing good, which in the last war have been spent in doing mischief.
Every gun that is fired, 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. The world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.
The effects of our actions may be postponed but they are never lost. There is an inevitable reward for good deeds and an inescapable punishment for bad. Meditate upon this truth, and seek always to earn good wages from Destiny.
Always reward your long hours of labor and toil in the very best way, surrounded by your family. Nurture their love carefully, remembering that your children need models, not critics, and your own progress will hasten when you constantly strive to present your best side to your children. And even if you have failed at all else in the eyes of the world, if you have a loving family, you are a success.
With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.
One of the chief misfortunes of honest people is that they are cowardly.
The human race is a race of cowards; and I am not only marching in that procession, but carrying a banner.
It is better to be killed than frightened to death.
The greatest braggarts are usually the biggest cowards.
It is better to be a coward for a minute than dead for the rest of your life.
A coward is much more exposed to quarrels than a man of spirit.
It is better to be the widow of a hero than the wife of a coward.
Cowards falter, but danger is often overcome by those who nobly dare.
For cowards the road of desertion should be left open; they will carry over to the enemy nothing, but their fears.
To see, to hear, means nothing. To recognize (or not to recognize) means everything. Between what I do recognize and what I do not recognize there stands myself. And what I do not recognize I shall continue not to recognize.
It is fortunate that war is so terrible, lest we become to fond of it.
A just war is hospitable to every self-deception on the part of those waging it, none more than the certainty of virtue, under whose shelter every abomination can be committed with a clear conscience.
If you insist upon fighting to protect me, or our country, let it be understood soberly and rationally between us that you are fighting to gratify a sex instinct which I cannot share; to procure benefits which I have not shared and probably will not share.
A self-respecting nation is ready for anything, including war, except for a renunciation of its option to make war.
War -- what a waist of time. It's all about great achievements for the very few but hideous losses for the very many.
There are two things which will always be very difficult for a democratic nation: to start a war and to end it.
You can no more win a war than you can win an earthquake.
In war there is no substitute for victory.
Of course in war all madnesses come out in a man, that is the fault of war not of a man or a nation.
War: first, one hopes to win; then one expects the enemy to lose; then, one is satisfied that he too is suffering; in the end, one is surprised that everyone has lost.
If any question why we died, tell them, because our fathers lied.
The most persistent sound which reverberates through man's history is the beating of war drums.
War is a poor chisel to carve out tomorrow.
A democracy which makes or even effectively prepares for modern, scientific war must necessarily cease to be democratic. No country can be really well prepared for modern war unless it is governed by a tyrant, at the head of a highly trained and perfectly obedient bureaucracy.
As long as men still feel they are nothing without a call to duty, they will look for a place in the world where they find themselves excellent at something. One of those places is, and has always been, battle.
A wage hike is very hard to take away, but bonuses and profit-sharing can disappear very quickly in hard times...More people are realizing that bonuses look like raises, but really aren't.
If the frontline people do count, you couldn't prove it by examining the reward systems in most organizations.
Blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, and though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
Perhaps the reward of the spirit who tries is not the goal but the exercise.
Vice is its own reward. It is virtue which, if it is to be marketed with consumer appeal, must carry Green Shield stamps.
The idea of thanking staff should mean giving them something that they would never buy for themselves.
A reward cannot be valued if it is not understood
People think that if a man has undergone any hardship, he should have a reward; but for my part, if I have done the hardest possible day's work, and then come to sit down in a corner and eat my supper comfortably --why, then I don't think I deserve any reward for my hard day's work --for am I not now at peace? Is not my supper good?
What are we hoping to get out of it, what's it all in aid of -- is it really just for the sake of a gloved hand waving at you from a golden coach?
He that does good for good's sake seeks neither paradise nor reward, but he is sure of both in the end.
The reward of great men is that, long after they have died, one is not quite sure that they are dead.
Do you know the only thing that gives me pleasure? It's to see my dividends coming in.
Greater even than the pious man is he who eats that which is the fruit of his own toil; for scripture declares him twice-blessed.
Not in rewards, but in the strength to strive, the blessing lies.
Companies that give excellent service reward employees for providing it.
No man, who continues to add something to the material, intellectual and moral well-being of the place in which he lives, is left long without proper reward.
Great occasions do not make heroes or cowards; they simply unveil them to the eyes of men.
The cowards never started -- and the weak died along the way.
A light supper, a good night's sleep, and a fine morning have sometimes made a hero of the same man who, by an indigestion, a restless night, and a rainy morning would have proved a coward.
My valor is certainly going, it is sneaking off! I feel it oozing out as it were, at the palms of my hands!
Man gives every reason for his conduct save one, every excuse for his crimes save one, every plea for his safety save one; and that one is his cowardice.
When the adulation of life is gone, the coward sneaks to his death, but the brave live on.
A cowardly cur barks more fiercely than it bites.
All men would be cowards if they could.
There is a level of cowardice lower than that of the conformist: the fashionable non-conformist.
I'm a hero with coward's legs.
A coward is a hero with a wife, kids, and a mortgage.
It is the coward who fawns upon those above him. It is the coward who is insolent whenever he dares be so.
I hate a fellow whom pride, or cowardice, or laziness drives into a corner, and who does nothing when he is there but sit and growl; let him come out as I do, and bark.
When cowardice is made respectable, its followers are without number both from among the weak and the strong; it easily becomes a fashion.
Cowards are cruel, but the brave love mercy and delight to save.
Covetousness like jealousy, when it has taken root, never leaves a person, but with their life. Cowardice is the dread of what will happen.
How many feasible projects have miscarried through despondency, and been strangled in their birth by a cowardly imagination.
A coward is one who in a perilous emergency thinks with his legs.
Open-mindedness should not be fostered because, as Scripture teaches, Truth is great and will prevail, nor because, as Milton suggests, Truth will always win in a free and open encounter. It should be fostered for its own sake.
To refuse awards is another way of accepting them with more noise than is normal.
The Oscars demonstrate the will of the people to control and judge those they have elected to stand above them (much, perhaps, as in bygone days, an election celebrated the same).
The cross of the Legion of Honor has been conferred on me. However, few escape that distinction.
Lots of people who complained about us receiving the MBE received theirs for heroism in the war --for killing people. We received ours for entertaining other people. I'd say we deserve ours more.
Like Olympic medals and tennis trophies, all they signified was that the owner had done something of no benefit to anyone more capably than everyone else.
The award of a pure gold medal for poetry would flatter the recipient unduly: no poem ever attains such carat purity.
Everyone in our culture wants to win a prize. Perhaps that is the grand lesson we have taken with us from kindergarten in the age of perversions of Dewey-style education: everyone gets a ribbon, and praise becomes a meaningless narcotic to soothe egoistic distemper.
A new kind of award has been added -- the deathbed award. It is not an award of any kind. Either the recipient has not acted at all, or was not nominated, or did not win the award the last few times around. It is intended to relieve the guilty conscience of the Academy members and save face in front of the public. The Academy has the horrible taste to have a star, choking with emotion, present this deathbed award so that there can be no doubt in anybody's mind why the award is so hurriedly given. Lucky is the actor who is too sick to watch the proceedings on television.
What our sword has won in half a year, our sword must guard for half a century.
The chief reason warfare is still with us is neither a secret death-wish of the human species, nor an irrepressible instinct of aggression, nor, finally and more plausibly, the serious economic and social dangers inherent in disarmament, but the simple fact that no substitute for this final arbiter in international affairs has yet appeared on the political scene.
O can't you see, brother -- Death's a congested road for fighters now, and hero a cheap label.
Hell and damnation, life is such fun with a ragged greatcoat and a Jerry gun!
War both needs and generates certain virtues; not the highest, but what may be called the preliminary virtues, as valor, veracity, the spirit of obedience, the habit of discipline. Any of these, and of others like them, when possessed by a nation, and no matter how generated, will give them a military advantage, and make them more likely to stay in the race of nations.
From the happy expression on their faces you might have supposed that they welcomed the war. I have met with men who loved stamps, and stones, and snakes, but I could not imagine any man loving war.
The cannon thunders... limbs fly in all directions... one can hear the groans of victims and the howling of those performing the sacrifice... it's Humanity in search of happiness.
That strange feeling we had in the war. Have you found anything in your lives since to equal it in strength? A sort of splendid carelessness it was, holding us together.
The sinews of war, a limitless supply of money.
War is regarded as nothing but the continuation of politics by other means.
Our young people have come to look upon war as a kind of beneficent deity, which not only adds to the national honor but uplifts a nation and develops patriotism and courage. That is all true. But it is only fair, too, to let them know that the garments of the deity are filthy and that some of her influences debase and befoul a people.
War is the trade of Kings.
War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honor but an empty bubble.
I had supposed until that time that it was quite common for parents to love their children, but the war persuaded me that it is a rare exception. I had supposed that most people liked money better than almost anything else, but I discovered that they liked destruction even better. I had supposed that intellectuals frequently loved truth, but I found here again that not ten per cent of them prefer truth to popularity.
War is a contagion.
Those who dare to interpret God's will must never claim Him as an asset for one nation or group rather than another. War springs from the love and loyalty which should be offered to God being applied to some God substitute, one of the most dangerous being nationalism.
War is hell and all that, but it has a good deal to recommend it. It wipes out all the small nuisances of peace-time.
It is open to a war resister to judge between the combatants and wish success to the one who has justice on his side. By so judging he is more likely to bring peace between the two than by remaining a mere spectator.
The triumphs of peace have been in some proximity to war. Whilst the hand was still familiar with the sword-hilt, whilst the habits of the camp were still visible in the port and complexion of the gentleman, his intellectual power culminated; the compression and tension of these stern conditions is a training for the finest and softest arts, and can rarely be compensated in tranquil times, except by some analogous vigor drawn from occupations as hardy as war.
No country has suffered so much from the ruins of war while being at peace as the American.
I think it better that in times like these a poet's mouth be silent, for in truth we have no gift to set a statesman right.
As long as war is regarded as wicked, it will always have it's fascination. When it is looked upon as vulgar, it will cease to be popular.
So you think you can tell heaven from hell blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail, a smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts hot ashes for trees, hot air for a cool breeze, cold comfort for change? Did you exchange a walk on part in a war for a lead role in a cage?
What a country calls its vital economic interests are not the things which enable its citizens to live, but the things which enable it to make war. Petrol is more likely than wheat to be a cause of international conflict.
What war has always been is a puberty ceremony. It's a very rough one, but you went away a boy and came back a man, maybe with an eye missing or whatever but godammit you were a man and people had to call you a man thereafter.
To say that war is madness is like saying that sex is madness: true enough, from the standpoint of a stateless eunuch, but merely a provocative epigram for those who must make their arrangements in the world as given.
O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief... for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.
I have a deep sympathy with war, it so apes the gait and bearing of the soul.
The savage in man is never quite eradicated.
War-making is one of the few activities that people are not supposed to view realistically; that is, with an eye to expense and practical outcome. In all-out war, expenditure is all-out, unprudent -- war being defined as an emergency in which no sacrifice is excessive.
In the arts of life man invents nothing; but in the arts of death he outdoes Nature herself, and produces by chemistry and machinery all the slaughter of plague, pestilence, and famine.
War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, The lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.
We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name.
If it were not for the war, this war would suit me down to the ground.
Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.
Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.
If we fight a war and win it with H-bombs, what history will remember is not the ideals we were fighting for but the methods we used to accomplish them. These methods will be compared to the warfare of Genghis Khan who ruthlessly killed every last inhabitant of Persia.
The inevitableness, the idealism, and the blessing of war, as an indispensable and stimulating law of development, must be repeatedly emphasized.
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 begets quiet, quiet idleness, idleness disorder, disorder ruin; likewise ruin order, order virtue, virtue glory, and good fortune.
To call war the soil of courage and virtue is like calling debauchery the soil of love.
Suppose they gave a war, and no one came?
The more we sweat in peace the less we bleed in war.
To establish any mode to abolish war, however advantageous it might be to Nations, would be to take from such Government the most lucrative of its branches.
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
There is hardly such a thing as a war in which it makes no difference who wins. Nearly always one side stands more or less for progress, the other side more or less for reaction.
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.
War has always been the grand sagacity of every spirit which has grown too inward and too profound; its curative power lies even in the wounds one receives.
War is the supreme drama of a completely mechanized society.
War alone brings up to their highest tension all human energies and imposes the stamp of nobility upon the peoples who have the courage to make it.
I regard almost all quarrels of princes on the same footing, and I see nothing that marks man's unreason so positively as war. Indeed, what folly to kill one another for interests often imaginary, and always for the pleasure of persons who do not think themselves even obliged to those who sacrifice themselves for them!
War will never cease until babies begin to come into the world with larger cerebrums and smaller adrenal glands.
Blunders are an inescapable feature of war, because choice in military affairs lies generally between the bad and the worse.
Wars are carried out by large organizations; Peace is brought one by one.
War is thus divine in itself, since it is a law of the world. War is divine through its consequences of a supernatural nature which are as much general as particular. War is divine in the mysterious glory that surrounds it and in the no less inexplicable attraction that draws us to it. War is divine by the manner in which it breaks out.
I have known war as few men now living know it. It's very destructiveness on both friend and foe has rendered it useless as a means of settling international disputes.
I see that old flagpole still stands. Have your troops hoist the colors to its peak, and let no enemy ever haul them down.
The war is dreadful. It is the business of the artist to follow it home to the heart of the individual fighters -- not to talk in armies and nations and numbers -- but to track it home.
The more prosperous and settled a nation, the more readily it tends to think of war as a regrettable accident; to nations less fortunate the chance of war presents itself as a possible bountiful friend.
Those who have been immersed in the tragedy of massive death during wartime, and who have faced it squarely, never allowing their senses and feelings to become numbed and indifferent, have emerged from their experiences with growth and humanness greater than that achieved through almost any other means.
Where do all the women who have watched so carefully over the lives of their beloved ones get the heroism to send them to face the cannon?
Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
What we believe is more important than our material existence, therefore warfare is a legitimate extension of values.
The natural principle of war is to do the most harm to our enemy with the least harm to ourselves; and this of course is to be effected by stratagem.
War seems to be one of the most salutary phenomena for the culture of human nature; and it is not without regret that I see it disappearing more and more from the scene.
Here dead lie we because we did not choose to live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; but young men think it is, and we were young.
War has been the most convenient pseudo-solution for the problems of twentieth-century capitalism. It provides the incentives to modernization and technological revolution which the market and the pursuit of profit do only fitfully and by accident, it makes the unthinkable (such as votes for women and the abolition of unemployment) not merely thinkable but practicable. What is equally important, it can re-create communities of men and give a temporary sense to their lives by uniting them against foreigners and outsiders. This is an achievement beyond the power of the private enterprise economy when left to itself.
Force, and fraud, are in war the two cardinal virtues.
I was always embarrassed by the words sacred, glorious and sacrifice and the expression in vain. We had heard them, sometimes standing in the rain almost out of earshot, so that only the shouted words came through, and had read them, on proclamations that were slapped up by billposters over other proclamations, now for a long time, and I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stockyards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it.
Frankly, I'd like to see the government get out of war altogether and leave the whole field to private industry.
War is the great scavenger of thought. It is the sovereign disinfectant, and its red stream of blood is the Condy's Fluid that cleans out the stagnant pools and clotted channels of the intellect. We have awakened from an opium-dream of comfort, of ease, of that miserable poltroonery of the sheltered life. Our wish for indulgence of every sort, our laxity of manners, our wretched sensitiveness to personal inconvenience, these are suddenly lifted before us in their true guise as the specters of national decay; and we have risen from the lethargy of our dilettantism to lay them, before it is too late, by the flashing of the unsheathed sword.
I feel sure that coups d'?tat would go much better if there were seats, boxes, and stalls so that one could see what was happening and not miss anything.
Unless they are immediate victims, the majority of mankind behaves as if war was an act of God which could not be prevented; or they behave as if war elsewhere was none of their business. It would be a bitter cosmic joke if we destroy ourselves due to atrophy of the imagination.
I don't believe that the big men, the politicians and the capitalists alone are guilty of the war. Oh, no, the little man is just as keen, otherwise the people of the world would have risen in revolt long ago! There is an urge and rage in people to destroy, to kill, to murder, and until all mankind, without exception, undergoes a great change, wars will be waged, everything that has been built up, cultivated and grown, will be destroyed and disfigured, after which mankind will have to begin all over again.
Those who actually set out to see the fall of a city or those who choose to go to a front line, are obviously asking themselves to what extent they are cowards. But the tests they set themselves -- there is a dead body, can you bear to look at it? -- are nothing in comparison with the tests that are sprung on them. It is not the obvious tests that matter (do you go to pieces in a mortar attack?) but the unexpected ones (here is a man on the run, seeking your help -- can you face him honestly?).
War is not a life: it is a situation, one which may neither be ignored nor accepted.
NO WAR waged against the human spirit was ever won, and no effort waged to lift the human spirit was ever lost. Across the pages of history in bold letters underlined in innocent blood is written the futility of battle, while at the bottom of history's pages in unheralded footnotes is the powerful and iridescent testimony of love.
NO WAR waged against the human spirit was ever won, and no effort waged to lift the human spirit was ever lost. Across the pages of history in bold letters underlined in innocent blood is written the futility of battle, while at the bottom of history's pages in unheralded footnotes is the powerful and iridescent testimony of love.
The most terrible job in warfare is to be a second lieutenant leading a platoon when you are on the battlefield.
To delight in war is a merit in the soldier, a dangerous quality in the captain, and a positive crime in the statesman.
Are wars... anything but the means whereby a nation's problems are set, where creation is stimulated -- there you have adventure. But there is no adventure in heads-or-tails, in betting that the toss will come out of life or death. War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus.
War is the father of all things. But who is the mother?
We donít invade countries for the reasons we're told or we wouldíve done a lot of things about a lot of things. They tell you things like they hate freedom so youíre okay with them attacking but itís for other reasons.
The purpose of fighting is to win. There is no possible victory in defense. The sword is more important than the shield and skill is more important than either. The final weapon is the brain. All else is supplemental.
If you kill enough of them, they stop fighting.
Its good to hear from soldiers; I hope your voices are heard, and that your wounds are never hidden, so that maybe our children won't have to repeat what we've already been through time and time again.