William Butler Yeats Quotes

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

All the gods are dead except the god of war.

The first time I experienced war, I thought the world was ending.

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.

War is hell. Hollywood fantasizes about it and makes it look good... war sucks.

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

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

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

For what can war, but endless war, still breed?

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.

War is death’s holy-day.

Nothing endurable can be produced on a soil soaked with blood and moved by violent agitations.

And this I hate—not men, nor flag nor race, But only War with its wild, grinning face.

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

There are worse things than war.

War stirs in men's hearts the mud of their worst instincts. It puts a premium on violence, nourishes hatred, and gives free rein to cupidity. It crushes the weak, exalts the unworthy, and bolsters tyranny .. .Time and time again it has destroyed all ordered living, devastated hope, and put the prophets to death.

History is littered with dead good men

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.

All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.

War is death's feast.

The essence of war is insanity. Destruction, death, women widowed, children orphaned, lands plundered, property destroyed, lives decimated - it's all bad.

Civilization is maintained by a very few people in a small number of places and we need only some bombs and a few prisons to blot it out altogether.

War is hell. You can't photograph a flying bullet, but you can capture genuine fear.

I hated the bangs in the war: I always felt a silent war would be more tolerable.

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