O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade;
Where rumor of oppression read more

O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade;
Where rumor of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more.

All men love peace in their armchairs after dinner; but they disbelieve the other nations's professions, rightly measuring its sincerity read more

All men love peace in their armchairs after dinner; but they disbelieve the other nations's professions, rightly measuring its sincerity by their own.

We're waist deep in the Big Muddy
and the big fool says to push on
singing about an incident in read more

We're waist deep in the Big Muddy
and the big fool says to push on
singing about an incident in which
marine recruits died driven to their deaths by an officer.

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly
host praising God, and saying
Glory read more

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly
host praising God, and saying
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward
men.

It is understanding that gives us an ability to have peace. When we understand the other fellow's viewpoint, and he read more

It is understanding that gives us an ability to have peace. When we understand the other fellow's viewpoint, and he understands ours, then we can sit down and work our differences.

First keep peace with yourself, then you can also bring peace to others.

First keep peace with yourself, then you can also bring peace to others.

Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind.

Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind.

We must concentrate not merely on the negative expulsion of war but the postive affirmation of peace.

We must concentrate not merely on the negative expulsion of war but the postive affirmation of peace.

I was an infantry officer in the Army from 1969 to 1971. Men in my platoon who had served time read more

I was an infantry officer in the Army from 1969 to 1971. Men in my platoon who had served time in Vietnam told me many stories—but none more chilling than the one from two helicopter pilots. They told me how they would shoot the friendlies on their way back from reconnaissance missions just so they could empty their ammunition before returning to base. The friendlies were South Vietnamese women and children, helpless victims in a war they did not understand. But to the American pilots, they were simply dots on the ground.
Whitehead is a political conservative.