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.
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.”
