If war has its chivalry and its pageantry, it has also its hideousness and its demonic woe. Bullets respect not beauty. They tear out the eye, and shatter the jaw, and render the cheek.
If war has its chivalry and its pageantry, it has also its hideousness and its demonic woe. Bullets respect not beauty. They tear out the eye, and shatter the jaw, and render the cheek.
A great war leaves the country with three armies – An army of cripples, an army of mourners, and an army of thieves.
"Famine, plague, and war are the three most famous ingredients of this wretched world…All animals are perpetually at war with each other…Air, earth and water are arenas of destruction." (From Pocket Philosophical Dictionary).