We have no great war. No great depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives.
War does not follow you, Dr. Watson. You are following her.
I must spill yet more blood, so the blood already spilt will not be in vain.
An eye for eye only ends up making the whole world blind.
— Why's that flying here?
— A battleship?
— On its way to burn cities and people.
— The enemy's? Ours?
— What difference does it make?
"I am going to a war."
“What war?”
“What war? Any war. I haven’t seen a paper lately but I suppose there’s a war—there always is.”
