Seneca the Younger Quotes

There are no photographs while I'm reloading .

A Bayonet's contrition is nothing to the dead.

Any tool is a weapon if you hold it right.

Give me a sword fight any day.

A sword never kills anybody; it is a tool in the killer's hand.

only to people!' shouted Rincewind. He drew his sword and, with a smooth overarm throw, completely failed to hit the troll.

Hanajima, my spear! Bring me my spear!

Arms are my ornaments, warfare my repose.

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.

Tank's a fantastic human being, as far as fighting's concerned.

Melt all the guns, I thought, break the knives, burn the guillotines-and the malicious will still write letters that kill.

People who are vigorous and brutal often find war enjoyable.

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

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 is the father and king of all.

Blaming guns for killing people is like blaming pencils for bad spelling

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

They say actually every time I enter the ring, in a way, I'm going to the war. They say to me daily, you are a prized fighter, what's the difference? And I like to say to those critics of the press and the others that there is one hell of a lot of difference in fighting in a ring and going to war in Vietnam.

War is simple, direct, and ruthless.

My subject is war, and the pity of war.

Soldier or sailor, the fighting man is but a fiend; and the staff and body-guard of the Devil musters many a baton.

I'd like to explain why you fine young men had to be blown apart to defend this mud hole.

As long as I hold it as long as I use it, the knife lives, lives in order to take life, but it has to be commanded, it has to have me to tell it to kill, and it wants to, it wants to plunge and thrust and cut and stab and gouge, but I have to want it to as well, my will has to join with its will. I'm the one who allows it and I'm the one responsible.

Our business in the field of fight, Is not to question, but to prove our might.