Douglas William Jerrold Quotes

Sure Vietnam is a dirty war. I've never heard of a clean one.

War is murder writ large.

War? War is an organized bore.

The brazen throat of war.

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

War is thus divine in itself, since it is a law of the world. War is divine through its consequences of a supernatural nature which are as much general as particular. War is divine in the mysterious glory that surrounds it and in the no less inexplicable attraction that draws us to it. War is divine by the manner in which it breaks out.

War,--the trade of barbarians!

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

War tears, rends. War rips open, eviscerates. War scorches. War dismembers. War ruins.

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

If we have to go to war, we will.

We shall not enter into any of the abstruse definitions of war used by publicists. We shall keep to the element of the thing itself, to a duel. War is nothing but a duel on an extensive scale.

The lamp of war is kindled here, not to be extinguished but by torrents of blood.

War is the father and king of all.

War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.

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

War is the science of destruction.

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.

War, war is still the cry, "War even to the knife.

What is human warfare but just this; an effort to make the laws of God and nature take sides with one party.

I know of nothing more exciting than war.

War! When I but think of this word, I feel bewildered, as though they were speaking to me of sorcery, of the Inquisition, of a distant, finished, abominable, monstrous, unnatural thing. When they speak to us of cannibals, we smile proudly, as we proclaim our superiority to these savages. Who are the real savages? Those who struggle in order to eat those whom they vanquish, or those who struggle merely to kill?

My sentence is for open war.

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

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