The Princes of this house have abandoned their capital, not like soldiers of honour who cede to the circumstances and setbacks of the war, but like the perjured who are pursued by their own remorse.

It is a much easier and less distressing thing to draw remonstrances in a comfortable room by a good fireside than to occupy a cold bleak hill and sleep under frost and snow without clothes or blankets.

Instead of war on poverty, they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me.

They have money for war but can't feed the poor.

We must see that peace represents a sweeter music, a cosmic melody that is far superior to the discords of war.

Man's proneness to engage in war is still a fact. But wisdom born of experience should tell us that war is obsolete.