War is not its own end, except in some catastrophic slide into absolute damnation. It’s peace that’s wanted. Some better peace than the one you started with.
The single clenched fist lifted and ready, Or the open asking hand held out and waiting. Choose: For we meet by one or the other.
Not often in the story of mankind does a man arrive on earth who is both steel and velvet, who is as hard as rock and soft as drifting fog, who holds in his heart and mind the paradox of terrible storm and peace unspeakable and perfect.
Sometime they’ll give a war and nobody will come.
Man’s needs are infinite, and infinitude can be achieved only in the spiritual realm, never in the material.
No one is really working for peace unless he is working primarily for the restoration of wisdom.
I believe in compulsory cannibalism. If people were forced to eat what they killed, there would be no more wars.
Peace is a very complicated concept. When the lion gobbles up the lamb and wipes his lips, then there’s peace. Well, I ain’t for that peace at all.
Ask yourself to slow down.
Peace can happen in 24 hours….just like war can happen in 24 hours.
Peace is never more than one thought away.
It is finer to bring one noble human being into the world and rear it well… than to kill ten thousand.
Peace is produced by war.
Peace is the fruit of love, a love that is also justice. But to grow in love requires work — hard work. And it can bring pain because it implies loss — loss of the certitudes, comforts, and hurts that shelter and define us.
O what their joy and their glory must be, Those endless sabbaths the blessed ones see! crowns for the valiant, for weary ones rest: God shall be all, and in all ever blest. Truly Jerusalem name we that shore, vision of peace that brings hope evermore; wish and fulfillment shall severed be ne’er, nor the thing prayed for come short of the prayer.
The foundation of the Christian’s peace is everlasting; it is what no time, no change can destroy. It will remain when the body dies; it will remain when the mountains depart and the hills shall be removed, and when the heavens shall be rolled together as a scroll. The fountain of His comfort shall never be diminished, and the stream shall never be dried. His comfort and joy is a living spring in the soul, a well of water springing up to everlasting life.
The human being is constantly torn from calm and peace of simple existence by two things; wanting what you don’t have, or disliking what you have.
War doesn’t make boys men, it makes men dead.
I am not against all wars-just whichever is current.
I’m not sure I can take your advice. You are dealing with English Gentlemen. We are dealing with monsters.
Believing that the dream of freedom, brotherhood, and peace for all mankind will someday come true.
People who fight fire with fire usually end up with ashes.