BLUEHAWK
11-12-2003, 09:47 AM
"Neither is money the sinews of war (as it is trivially said)."
Francis Bacon (1561-1626)
"During the time men live without a common power to keep than all in awe, they are in that condition which is called war; and such a war as is of every man against every man... the nature of war consisteth not in actual fighting, but in the known disposition thereto during all the time there is no assurance to the contrary."
Thomas Hobbes (1588-1679)
"The broad mass of a nation... will more easily fall victim to a big lie than to a small one."
Adolph Hitler (1889-1945)
"There is no man that hath power over the spirit to retain the spirit; neither hath he power in the day of death; there is no discharge in that war."
Ecclesiastes 8:8
"Nor war, nor battle's sound
Was heard the world around,
The idle spear and shield were high uphung."
John Milton (1608-1674)
"Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die."
Herbert Hoover (1874-1964)
"I am living at peace with men and at war with my innards."
Antonio Machado (1875-1939)
"For by my glee might many men have laughed,
and of my weeping something have been left,
which must die now. I mean the truth untold,
the pity of war, the pity war distilled.
Now men will go content with what we spoiled,
or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled.
They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress,
none will break ranks, though nations trek from progress."
"I am the enemy you killed, my friend."
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)
"Lo! where the heath, with withering brake grown o'er,
lends the light turf that warms the neighbouring poor;
From thence a length of burning sand appears,
where the thin harvest waves its wither'd ears;
Rank weeds, that every art and care defy,
Reign o'er the land, and rob the blighted rye;
There thistles stretch their prickly arms afar,
and to the ragged infant threaten war;
There poppies, nodding, mock the hope of toil;
Hardy, and high, above the slender sheaf,
the slimy mallow waves her silky leaf;
O'er the young shoot the charlock throws a shade,
and clasping tares cling round the sickly blade."
George Crabbe (1754-1832)
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Francis Bacon (1561-1626)
"During the time men live without a common power to keep than all in awe, they are in that condition which is called war; and such a war as is of every man against every man... the nature of war consisteth not in actual fighting, but in the known disposition thereto during all the time there is no assurance to the contrary."
Thomas Hobbes (1588-1679)
"The broad mass of a nation... will more easily fall victim to a big lie than to a small one."
Adolph Hitler (1889-1945)
"There is no man that hath power over the spirit to retain the spirit; neither hath he power in the day of death; there is no discharge in that war."
Ecclesiastes 8:8
"Nor war, nor battle's sound
Was heard the world around,
The idle spear and shield were high uphung."
John Milton (1608-1674)
"Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die."
Herbert Hoover (1874-1964)
"I am living at peace with men and at war with my innards."
Antonio Machado (1875-1939)
"For by my glee might many men have laughed,
and of my weeping something have been left,
which must die now. I mean the truth untold,
the pity of war, the pity war distilled.
Now men will go content with what we spoiled,
or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled.
They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress,
none will break ranks, though nations trek from progress."
"I am the enemy you killed, my friend."
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)
"Lo! where the heath, with withering brake grown o'er,
lends the light turf that warms the neighbouring poor;
From thence a length of burning sand appears,
where the thin harvest waves its wither'd ears;
Rank weeds, that every art and care defy,
Reign o'er the land, and rob the blighted rye;
There thistles stretch their prickly arms afar,
and to the ragged infant threaten war;
There poppies, nodding, mock the hope of toil;
Hardy, and high, above the slender sheaf,
the slimy mallow waves her silky leaf;
O'er the young shoot the charlock throws a shade,
and clasping tares cling round the sickly blade."
George Crabbe (1754-1832)
:q: :af: