Stefan Zweig Quotes

War is like love; it always finds a way.

We sit in calm, airy, silent rooms opening upon sunlit and embowered lawns, not a sound except of summer and of husbandry disturbs the peace; but seven million men, any ten thousand of whom could have annihilated the ancient armies, are in ceaseless battle from the Alps to the Ocean.

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

Europe cannot survive another world war.

War is a poor chisel to carve out tomorrow.

Having seen war, you obviously learned to hate war.

The alternative to peace is war, which will expose everyone to mass casualties, misery and a loss of perspective for many years to come.

It makes twenty years or more of peace to make a man. It takes only twenty seconds of war to destroy him.

You have wasted six hundred millions of treasure. You have sacrificed nearly ten thousand American lives—the flower of our youth. You have devastated provinces. You have slain uncounted thousands of the people you desire to benefit.

Tolerance is a virtue that depends upon peace and strength. History shows that it cannot survive war and devastation.

in the clash of contending armies and amid the groans of the wounded and the dying, the interests of education are sacrificed – the pacific virtues take their flight from the earth

There's nothing good that comes out of war. It's simply hell on earth, and people survive, and people don't.

A whole week, a single campaign, a month, a week, even a day was far more than enough to cut a company or platoon to ribbons or cripple a man for life: it needed only a quarter of an hour.

You speak as if a war were raging." "To the remains of the human race, one is.

Most wars are fought for greed, but we are luckier here we fight for our lives and the lives of the people we love.

Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war.

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

We must conquer war or war will conquer us.

Even today, after the second failure of another world war, perhaps one can speak of a third war, one fought piecemeal, with crimes, massacres, destruction.

Cursing themselves in ragged dreamsfire has singed the edges of,they know a slow dying the fields have come to terms with.Shimmering fans work against the heat& smell of gunpowder, making moneyfloat from hand to hand. The next momenta rocket pushes a white fistthrough night sky, & they scatter like birds& fall into the shape their liveshave become.

War was the ultimate chaos, a pounding, soul-destroying snarl, ending in blown-apart men lying unburied on the cold earth. There was nothing more cosmically chaotic than war.

Perhaps civilization will never be safe until we care for something else more than we care for it. The hypothesis has certain facts to support it. As far as peace (which is one ingredient in our idea of civilization)is concerned, I think many would now agree that a foreign policy dominated by desire for peace is one of the many roads that lead to war.

Perhaps my dynamite plants will put an end to war sooner than your [pacifist] congresses. On the day two army corps can annihilate each other in one second all civilized nations will recoil from war in horror.

Human beings seem unable to live without war, but they are also unable to live without love.