What with our hooks, snares, nets, and dogs, we are at war with all living creatures, and nothing comes amiss but that which is either too cheap or too common and all this is to gratify a fantastical palate.
What with our hooks, snares, nets, and dogs, we are at war with all living creatures, and nothing comes amiss but that which is either too cheap or too common and all this is to gratify a fantastical palate.
In war, when a commander becomes so bereft of reason and perspective that he fails to understand the dependence of arms on Divine guidance, he no longer deserves victory.
Brave men rejoice in adversity, just as brave soldiers triumph in war.
Life is warfare.
I never come back home with the same moral character I went out with; something or other becomes unsettled where I had achieved internal peace; some one or other of the things I had put to flight reappears on the scene.
The fortunes of war are always doubtful.
We are mad, not only individually, but nationally. We check manslaughter and isolated murders but what of war and the much vaunted crime of slaughtering whole peoples.
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