We have no great war. No great depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives.
An eye for eye only ends up making the whole world blind.
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.
— Why's that flying here?
— A battleship?
— On its way to burn cities and people.
— The enemy's? Ours?
— What difference does it make?