Charlie Sheen Quotes

War is at its best barbarism.

War is an unpredictable beast. Once unleashed, it runs like a rabid dog, ravening friend or foe alike. It can drag on for years, a slow attrition of nerve and fortitude, or be over in one brilliant flash, an extravagant conflagration of flame and blood and waste.

There is so much that must be done in a civilized barbarism like war.

Combat is a piece of war. But war is a totalizing, uncivilized experience.

War does horrible things to human beings, to societies. It brings out the best, but most often the worst, in our human nature.

War is by no means something glamorous, and I don't think that should ever be forgotten.

War is a profane thing.

War drags human beings from their tasks of building and improving, and pushes them en masse into the category of destroyers and killers.

You can no more win a war than you can win an earthquake.

War remains the decisive human failure.

War is the business of barbarians.

You cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will.

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.

If the blood of France and of Germany flows again, as it did twenty-five years ago, in a longer and even more murderous war, each of the two peoples will fight with confidence in its own victory, but the most certain victors will be the forces of destruction and barbarism.

The violent will not come to a natural end.

What is war but murder and theft committed by great numbers on great numbers?

Destroyer of Villages

We build a fire in a powder magazine, then double the fire department to put it out. We inflame wild beasts with the smell of blood, and then innocently wonder at the wave of brutal appetite that sweeps the land as a consequence.

Nations at war are wild beasts.

War is terrible. There is nothing romantic about war.

War is brutal, barbaric and bloody.

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.

That is the explanation of war, an outrage by humanity upon humanity in despite of humanity.

The world was all mud and wire. The war in the heavens was only a faint imitation of the horror men had learned to make.

The brazen throat of war.