George Carlin Quotes

When you ask people what they think of Africa, they think of AIDS, genocide, disasters, famine.

Somehow this madness must cease. We must stop now. I speak as a child of God and brother to the suffering poor of Vietnam. I speak for those whose land is being laid waste, whose homes are being destroyed, whose culture is being subverted. I speak for the poor in America who are paying the double price of smashed hopes at home and death and corruption in Vietnam. I speak as a citizen of the world, for the world as it stands aghast at the path we have taken. I speak as an American to the leaders of my own nation. The great initiative in this war is ours. The initiative to stop it must be ours.

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.

Fires of suffering and strife are raging around the world.

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

Why do people want to kill and maim and pillage? We're all in it together.

I had a very comfortable life, but there were people who spent their life in prison, whose families were destroyed.

I hate war as only a soldier who has lived it can, only as one who has seen its brutality, its futility, its stupidity.

We have much to be judged on when he comes, slums and battlefields and insane asylums, but these are the symptoms of our illness and the result of our failures in love.

The Supreme Being I would sign up for would not prove his omnipotence by saving one life while ending dozens, or hundreds, or thousands. Nor would he summon an angel to heaven by ending a first grader's life at the hands of a gunman or sadist.

I hate war... for the dictatorships it puts in the place of democracies, and for the starvation that stalks after it.

I may not remember the name of a book's author, but let it be clear, what I will not forget is the violence, the poverty and the desperation that Mexico is living through.

You have friends, and they die. You have a disease, someone you care about has a disease, Wall Street people are scamming everyone, the poor get poorer, the rich get richer. That's what we're surrounded by all the time.

The guns and the bombs, the rockets and the warships, are all symbols of human failure.

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

By the breaking in of enraged merciless armies, flourishing countries have been laid waste, great numbers of people have perished in a short time, and many more have been pressed with poverty and grief.

While we yearn for peace, we live in a world burdened with hunger, pain, anguish, loneliness, sickness, and sorrow.

My mind revolts and my soul cannot support the weight of so much evil: theft, rape, pillage, deaths, and murders, fires and devastation; the virgin violated, the cry of the widow and the orphan; the father armed against his son and each one looking for his brother to kill him; of those who have migrated; of the thousands who have fled; of the bodies stretched out in the public streets; of the bones which cover the fields and of so much blood shed on Venezuela’s soil.

Ignorance, filth, and poverty are the missionaries of crime.

Ignorant power comes in the end to the same thing as wicked power; it makes misery.

Once again the hopes of people of two nations are being smashed by weapons in the name of eliminating weapons. Let us abolish weapons of mass destruction at home. Joblessness is a weapon of mass destruction. Poverty is a weapon of mass destruction. Hunger is a weapon of mass destruction. Homelessness is a weapon of mass destruction. Poor health care is a weapon of mass destruction. Discrimination is a weapon of mass destruction.

They are spinning and people are dying.

If slavery, barbarism and desolation are to be called peace, men can have no worse misfortune.

A large portion of pauperism and misery is really attributable to bad government and injustice.

From Vietnam's 'Deer Hunter' to Iraq, films are never about the person who has had his house destroyed.