O great corrector of enormous times,
Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider
Of dusty and old read more

O great corrector of enormous times,
Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider
Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood
The earth when it is sick, and curest the world
O' the pleurisy of people.

The more you sweat in peace, the less you bleed in war. •Hyman Rickover A prisoner of war read more

The more you sweat in peace, the less you bleed in war. •Hyman Rickover A prisoner of war is a man who tries to kill you and fails, and then asks you not to kill him. •Sir Winston Churchill The art of war is simple enough. Find out where your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can. Strike him as hard as you can and as often as you can, and keep moving on.

Never advise anyone to go to war or to get married.

Never advise anyone to go to war or to get married.

Everyone's a pacifist between wars. It's like being a vegetarian between meals.

Everyone's a pacifist between wars. It's like being a vegetarian between meals.

War is a series of catastrophes which result in victory.

War is a series of catastrophes which result in victory.

We are at war between consciousness and nature, between the desire for permanence and the fact of flux. It is read more

We are at war between consciousness and nature, between the desire for permanence and the fact of flux. It is ourself against ourselves.

It was necessary for us to discover greater powers of destruction than our enemies. We did. But after every war read more

It was necessary for us to discover greater powers of destruction than our enemies. We did. But after every war we have followed through with a new rise in our standard of living by the application of war-taught knowledge for the benefit of the world. It will be the same with the atomic bomb principles.

You know — we've had to imagine the war here, and we have imagined that it was being fought by read more

You know — we've had to imagine the war here, and we have imagined that it was being fought by aging men like ourselves. We had forgotten that the wars were fought by babies. When I saw those freashly shaved faces, it was a shock. 'My God, my God —' I said to myself, 'it's the Children's Crusade.'

Carry on, carry on, for the men and boys are gone,
But the furrow shan't lie fallow while the read more

Carry on, carry on, for the men and boys are gone,
But the furrow shan't lie fallow while the women carry on.