Boys and girls, And women, that would groan to see a child Pull off an insect's leg, all read of war, The best amusement for our morning meal.

For what are the triumphs of war, planned by ambition, executed by violence, and consummated by devastation? The means are the sacrifice of many, the end, the bloated aggrandizement of the few.

War is a game in which princes seldom win, the people never.

The disasters of the world are due to its inhabitants not being able to grow old simultaneously. There is always a raw and intolerant nation eager to destroy the tolerant and mellow.

War's a game which were their subjects wise Kings would not play at.

As peace is of all goodness, so war is an emblem, a hieroglyphic, of all misery.

All delays are dangerous in war.

War is a generality, so are the inevitabilities of war, including death.

War educates the senses, calls into action the will, perfects the physical constitution, brings men into such swift and close collision in critical moments that man measures man.

The most disadvantageous peace is better than the most just war.