The final war will be between Pavlov's dog and Schoedinger's Cat.

The final war will be between Pavlov's dog and Schoedinger's Cat.

War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic read more

War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse.

Be convinced that to be happy means to be free and that to be free means to be brave. Therefore read more

Be convinced that to be happy means to be free and that to be free means to be brave. Therefore do not take lightly the perils of war.

The Establishment center... has led us into the stupidest and cruelest war in all history. That war is a moral read more

The Establishment center... has led us into the stupidest and cruelest war in all history. That war is a moral and political disaster - a terrible cancer eating away at the soul of our nation.

Fighting men are the city's fortress.

Fighting men are the city's fortress.

The inevitableness, the idealism, and the blessing of war, as an
indispensable and stimulating law of development, must be read more

The inevitableness, the idealism, and the blessing of war, as an
indispensable and stimulating law of development, must be
repeatedly emphasized.

And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, read more

And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.

Waging war we understand, but not waging peace, or at any rate less consciously so.

Waging war we understand, but not waging peace, or at any rate less consciously so.

"I cannot bear it!" said the pewter soldier. "I have shed pewter
tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let read more

"I cannot bear it!" said the pewter soldier. "I have shed pewter
tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let me go to the wars and
lose arms and legs! It would at least be a change. I cannot
bear it longer! Now, I know what it is to have a visit from
one's old thoughts, with what they may bring with them! I have
had a visit from mine, and you may be sure it is no pleasant
thing in the end; I was at last about to jump down from the
drawers."