Quotes about war

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If you kill enough of them, they stop fighting.

Curtis LeMay

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.

Walter Owen

Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.

Dejan Stojanovic

Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.

Dejan Stojanovic

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.

SM NONA

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.

SM NONA

The reward of a thing well done is to have done it.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

The cross of the Legion of Honor has been conferred on me. However, few escape that distinction.

Mark Twain

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.

Elisabeth KuBler-Ross

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.

Julius Caesar

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.

A. E. Housman

Bidden to make war their work, Americans shoulder the burden with intimidating purpose. There is, I have said, an American mystery, the nature of which I only begin to perceive. If I were obliged to define it, I would say it is the ethos-masculine, pervasive, unrelenting, of work as an end in itself. War is a form of work, and America makes war, howver reluctently, however unwillingly, in a peculiarly workmanlike way. I do not love war; but I love America.

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