War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.
War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.
He spoke of his campaigns in the deserts of Mexico and he told them of horses killed under him and he said that the souls of horses mirror the souls of men more closely than men suppose and that horses also love war. Men say they only learn this but he said that no creature can learn that which his heart has no shape to holo
If war is not holy man is nothing but antic clay.
It makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures. As well ask men what they think of stone. War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. That is the way it was and will be. That way and not some other way.
Men of God and men of war have strange affinities.
Only that man who has offered up himself entire to the blood of war, who has been to the floor of the pit and seen the horror in the round and learned at last that it speaks to his inmost heart, only that man can dance. - The judge
This country was filled with violent children orphaned by war.
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