Robert Fisk Quotes

Oh, go in anywhere Colonel, go in anywhere. You'll find lovely fighting all along the line.

I like war.

We continue to resist the occupier militarily, culturally and by all means of the resistance.

There was nothing there but black water and American fire power.

But it is neither cannon nor bayonet that will do the worst damage to this city. No, this place will remember the war against our government just as long as there are inhabitants here.

Politics are very much like war. We may even have to use poison gas at times.

There are scenes here and effects here that would make George S. Patton wince.

War kills men, and men deplore the loss; but war also crushes bad principles and tyrants, and so saves societies.

We could not guard every water pipeline from being blown up and every tree from being uprooted. We could not prevent every murder of a worker in an orchard or a family in their beds.

War is hell.

War itself is the enemy of the human race.

The war begins to make itself felt very near to us.

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

War is a perversion of sex.

Do not say that someone has won and someone has lost. These are unappropriate, blasphemous words. We have all been scorched by the deadly breath of fratricide.

As long as there are men who would hate and destroy, we must find the courage to resist

War is an act of force to compel our enemy to do our will.

Wars ruin armies.

Killing, and nothing else, is what the army is for, and the only thing it can properly build is killers and killees.

War is a terribly destructive force, even beyond the limits of the battlefronts and the war zones. It's influence involves the whole community. It warps men's judgement, distorts the true standard of patriotism, breeds distrust and suspicion among neighbors, inflames passions, encourages violence, develops abuse of power, tyrannizes over men and women even in the purely social relations of life, and terrifies whole communities into the most abject surrender of every right which is the heritage of free government.

We are in the midst of war – war of the most bloody kind – a war of extermination. Freedom and slavery are interlocked in deadly embrace, and death is certain for one or the other party.... A crisis is just before us ... and only God knoweth where it will end.

After all, it is not nice going to war with one’s equal or possible superior in strength – so different from those delightful “military operations” which consist in “potting”, savages with an amount of danger just sufficient to give a zest to the sport …But then the special line the skill of our ablest and most valiant generals takes is that of “thrashing a cannibal.” Thrashing a Cossack is a different sort of thing.

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

We are told that the American soldier does not know what he is fighting for. Now at least he will know what he is fighting against.

We are conditioned to regard warfare as something exciting and even glamorous.