We have war when at least one of the parties to a conflict wants something more than it wants peace.
It’s odd being an American now. Most of us are peaceful, but here we are again, in our fifth major war of this century.
Wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows.
The philosophy of protectionism is a philosophy of war.
I preferred the weapons of dialectic to all the other teachings of philosophy, and armed with these, I chose the conflicts of disputation rather than the trophies of war.
My first wish is to see this plague of mankind, war, banished from the earth.
As the only woman, I was able to sit with the officers in front, with a glass of vodka in one hand and a cucumber in the other. That’s how I went to my first war.