William Eaton Quotes

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

in the clash of contending armies and amid the groans of the wounded and the dying, the interests of education are sacrificed – the pacific virtues take their flight from the earth

War is a profane thing.

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

War remains the decisive human failure.

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

Baneful indeed is the scourge of war.

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

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 the greatest plague that can afflict humanity, it destroys religion, it destroys states, it destroys families. Any scourge is preferable to it.

There is so much that must be done in a civilized barbarism like war.

War is the ultimate reality-based horror show.

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

War is horrible because it strangles youth.

War drags human beings from their tasks of building and improving, and pushes them en masse into the category of destroyers and killers.

My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.

War is hell.

War is one of the scourges with which it has pleased God to afflict men.

War is never cheap or easy.

You have wasted six hundred millions of treasure. You have sacrificed nearly ten thousand American lives—the flower of our youth. You have devastated provinces. You have slain uncounted thousands of the people you desire to benefit.

What a miserable world. What colossal idiocy this war.

Then comes the catastrophe. Then the great mobilization will take place in Europe; 16-18 million men, the flower of the various nations, armed with the best tools of death, will enter the field as enemies. But, I am convinced, that behind the great mobilization there stands the great havoc. It will not come through our party, but rather yours. You are driving things to the limit. You are leading us to catastrophe. You will reap what you have sown

War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus.

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

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.