Leo Tolstoy Quotes

War is an ugly thing but not the ugliest of things.

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

War itself is the enemy of the human race.

It's a major part of world history that men are trying to kill each other. It's just one slaughter after the other. We talk about it, but no one's really listening.

We can easily defeat the armies of Mexico, slaughter them by thousands.... Is not Life miserable enough, comes not death soon enough without resort to the hideous enginery of War? People of the U.S.! Your rulers are precipitating you into a fathomless abyss of crime and calamity! Why sleep you thoughtless on its verge, as though this was not your business?

Those who make war unjustly shall perish

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

War is a crime perpetrated by hearts hardened like weapons

Wars of extermination are demoralizing and wicked.

War has been good to me from a financial standpoint but I don't want to make money that way. I don't want blood money.

War is a fundamental aspect of human existence. It's good to know what war entails and what the human sacrifice is.

So war is an extremely sad business, because the majority of people don't want to be in it.

Vice stirs up war, virtue fights.

When men talk about war, the stories and terminology vary - it's this battle, these weapons, this terrain. But no matter where you go in the world, women use the same language to speak of war. They speak of fire, they speak of death, and they speak of starvation.

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

War is horrible because it strangles youth.

War is evil, but it is often the lesser evil.

How could man rejoice in victory and delight in the slaughter of men?

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

War is organized murder and torture against our brothers.

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

The worst thing about war was the sitting around and wondering what you were doing morally.

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.

Even today we raise our hand against our brother... We have perfected our weapons, our conscience has fallen asleep, and we have sharpened our ideas to justify ourselves as if it were normal we continue to sow destruction, pain, death. Violence and war lead only to death.