Joseph Dana Miller Quotes

He who is the author of a war lets loose the whole contagion of hell and opens a vein that bleeds a nation to death.

War is a series of catastrophes that results in a victory.

Have you ever thought that war is a madhouse and that everyone in the war is a patient?

War is hell. Hollywood fantasizes about it and makes it look good... war sucks.

Accursed be he that first invented war.

War can be fun for certain people. It's a magnet for sadists, losers, and angry dreamers.

For what can war, but endless war, still breed?

War is hell. You can't photograph a flying bullet, but you can capture genuine fear.

The first time I experienced war, I thought the world was ending.

Combat is a piece of war. But war is a totalizing, uncivilized experience.

I couldn't stand the idea of bloodshed, casualties.

War means fighting, and fighting means killing.

To contemplate war is to think about the most horrible of human experiences.

War is a profane thing.

War dehumanizes everyone.

War is the slaughter of human beings, temporarily regarded as enemies, on as large a scale as possible.

War is the business of barbarians.

There is nothing glamorous or romantic about war. It's mostly about random pointless death and misery.

War is in the eyes.

War is hell.

War is an abstraction.

War is at its best barbarism.

On the bastion and entrenchments white flags have been placed, the lowering valley is full of dead bodies, and the beautiful sun descends from the transparent sky to the undulating blue sea, which sparkles under the golden rays of the sun. Thousands of people crowd together, look at, speak to, and smile at each other. And these people, who are Christians, confessing one great law of love and self-sacrifice, looking at what they have done, do not suddenly fall with repentance on their knees before Him who has given them life, who has placed in the soul of each, together with the fear of death, the love of the good and beautiful. They do not embrace like brothers with tears of joy and happiness. No! The white flags are lowered, and again whistle the instruments of death and suffering, again flows innocent blood, and groans and curses are heard

… a war of extermination.

War is a fevered god who takes alike maiden and king and clod.