In peace, sons bury their fathers. In war, fathers bury their sons.

War grows out of the desire of the individual to gain advantage at the expense of his fellow man.

There is no avoiding war it can only be postponed to the advantage of others.

I'm fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in.

It is well that war is so terrible. We should grow too fond of it.

Patriots always talk of dying for their country and never of killing for their country.

Only the dead have seen the end of the war.

In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.

All wars are civil wars, because all men are brothers.

We are going to have peace even if we have to fight for it.