George H. W. Bush Quotes

The most successful war seldom pays for its losses.

War? War is an organized bore.

War is life multiplied by some number that no one has ever heard of.

War may make a fool of man, but it by no means degrades him; on the contrary, it tends to exalt him, and its net effects are much like those of motherhood on women.

You people speak so lightly of war; you don't know what you're talking about. War is a terrible thing!

War is a game that is played with a smile. If you can't smile, grin. If you can't grin, keep out of the way till you can.

Next to a battle lost, the greatest misery is a battle gained.

At war a Russian man puts on a white shirt. He may live in sin, but he dies like a saint.

I know of nothing more exciting than war.

War is cinema, and cinema is war

This is a war universe. War all the time. There may be other universes, but ours seems to be based on war and games.

This is what war does. Right here, in my hands. This is war.

War makes early risers of us all.

War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.

One war, such as that of our Revolution, is enough for one life.

I came from the South and I know what war is, for I have seen its wreckage and terrible ruin. It is easy for me as President to declare war. I do not have to fight, and neither do the gentlemen on the Hill who now clamour for it. It is some poor farmer's boy, or son of some poor widow away off in some modest community, or perhaps the scion of a great family, who will have to do the fighting.

I have a deep sympathy with war; it so apes the gait and bearing of the soul.

It needs but one foe to breed a war, and those who have not swords can still die upon them.

War, at the best, is terrible, and this war of ours, in its magnitude and in its duration, is one of the most terrible.

The war tried to kill us in the spring. As grass greened the plains of Nineveh and the weather warmed, we patrolled the low-slung hills beyond the cities and towns. We moved over them and through the tall grass on faith, kneading paths into the windswept growth like pioneers. While we slept, the war rubbed its thousand ribs against the ground in prayer.

My subject is war, and the pity of war.

In war, while everything is simple, even the simplest thing is difficult. Difficulties accumulate and produce frictions which no one can comprehend who has not seen war.

War: that mad game the world so loves to play.

War is the greatest fun man can have with his pants on.

We shall kill. If you have not killed at least one German a day, you have wasted that day... Do not count days; do not count miles. Count only the number of Germans you have killed.