For peace, against war: literary selections
Maria Abdy: May the gentle Dove of Peace extend her snowy pinions o’er us
Joseph Addison: Already have our quarrels fill’d the world with widows and with orphans
Joseph Addison and Richard Steele: It is a stupid and barbarous way to extend dominion by arms
George Ade: The dubious rights granted a people “liberated” through war
Aelian: A parable of two cities
Aelian: That is the benefit of peace
Aeschines: Following a policy of war after war; war, the destroyer of popular government
Aeschines: Peace does not feed laziness
Aeschylus: Ares, father of tears, mows the field of man
Aeschylus: The unpeopled land laments her youth
Aesop: The lies of lupine liberators
Agathias Scholasticus: Peace and poetry
Conrad Aiken: Vast symphonic dance of death
Lucy Aikin: Gentle Peace with healing hand returns
Lucy Aikin: Freedom and Peace with radiant smile now carol o’er the dungeon vile
Lucy Aikin: Sickening I turn on yonder plain to mourn the widows and the slain
Mark Akenside: The hidden plan whence every treaty, every war began
Mark Akenside: Statesmanship versus war
Alciphron: Content with a life of peace. Evading conscription is best.
Mark Aldanov: War was the only subject she avoided
Emily Gilmore Alden: The world should write more victories, the victories of love
Richard Aldington: Selections on war
Richard Aldington: All the decay and dead of battlefields entered his blood and seemed to poison him
Richard Aldington: The Blood of the Young Men
Richard Aldington: The criminal cant and rant of war
Richard Aldington: How well the premeditated mass murder of war is organized
Richard Aldington: It is so important to know how to kill
Richard Aldington: Pools and ponds of blood, the huge black dogs of hell
Richard Aldington: Why so sentimental? Why all this fuss over a few million men killed and maimed?
Thomas Bailey Aldrich: Black squadrons wheeling down to Death!
Thomas Bailey Aldrich: Disembodied souls steal into the air from ancient battlefields
Thomas Bailey Aldrich: “For Bravery on the Field of Battle”
Sholom Aleichem: War, I tell you, is a worldwide massacre
Julius Myron Alexander: The Flag of Peace
Julius Myron Alexander: It is but war, ask not the cause
William Alexander: Cover’d with a bloody stain fields that once look’d pleasantly
William Alexander: No sooner does peace descend than golden age of literature and poetry arises
Vittorio Alfieri: The infamous trade of soldier, the sole basis of all arbitrary authority
Peter John Allan: Timid muse from angry Mars would flee, to dwell at peace with nature and mankind
Peter John Allan: ‘Tis Satan’s, and ’twas Xerxes’ lot
Grant Allen: War and blood money
Hervey Allen: Hands off our dead! To war orators.
James Allen: A Prayer for Peace
James Lane Allen: Then white and heavenly Peace again. Eteocles and Polyneices In America
Ellen P. Allerton: Peace After War
Eric Ambler: It is not good for those who fight to know too much. Speeches, yes. The truth, no!
Eric Ambler: The Law did not think killing for money was insane
American writers on peace and against war
Yehuda Amichai: Knowledge of peace passes from country to country, like children’s games
Ammianus Marcellinus: Empowering the military…with foreseeable results
Ammianus Marcellinus: War’s landscape: discolored with the hue of dark blood
Anacreon: Rather art and love than lamentable war
Hans Christian Andersen: Art, not arms, rules the world. War, an allegory
Sherwood Anderson: War destroys brotherhood
W. H. Anderson: Our Brother’s Keeper
Leonid Andreyev: The Red Laugh
Antiphanes: War and personal destiny
Anyte: Stand here, thou murderous spear
Apollodorus: Why do you devote all your thought to injuring one another by making war?
Appian: Drawing the sword for mutual slaughter. The tears of fratricide.
Appian: The fate of all great military empires
Appian: The mass of the people denounced the war
Appian: They needed a great deal of money to carry on war
Appian: War fueled by blood and gold, excuse for expenditure of one, expropriation of the other
Louis Aragon: Selections on war
Louis Aragon: Caravans of Peace
Louis Aragon: Children scattering flowers will some day scatter deadly flowers, grenades
Louis Aragon: The military: parasite and defender of parasitism
Louis Aragon: The peace that forces murder down to its knees for confession
Louis Aragon: War and its gloomy procession of storm clouds, sacred rites, illusions and lies
Louis Aragon: War, signal for the coming massacre of the sacrificial herd
Aratus: Justice deserts earth with warning of wars and cruel bloodshed
Pietro Aretino: Overjoyed at statue of Peace and her flames burning up arms of war
Pietro Aretino: Proper task, the giving of a beginning to peace and an end to wars
Arturo Arias: There were bodies everywhere. They didn’t move. They were called corpses.
Ludovico Ariosto: Cast new weapons into the hell from which they came
Aristides on the two types of war: Bad and worse
Aristotle: How tyrants use war
Aristotle: Leader not praiseworthy in training citizens for conquest and dominion
Aristotle: When they had attained empire they fell, for of the arts of peace they knew nothing
Michael Arlen: Better build monuments to poets and philosophers than to warriors
Edwin Arnold: Heaven’s love descending in that loveliest word, PEACE!
Matthew Arnold: Man shall live in peace, as now in war
Matthew Arnold: New Age. Uphung the spear, unbent the bow.
Matthew Arnold: Tolstoy’s commandments of peace
Arrian: Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya and the fate of conquerors
Mikhail Artsybashev: The death of a single soldier
Mikhail Artsybashev: Don’t talk to me about the beauty of war. No, no, your war is ugly.
Mikhail Artsybashev: A mother’s simple prescription against war
Victor Astafiev: On sunny days in peacetime all places are different, in wartime all are alike
W.H. Auden: A land laid waste, its towns in terror and all its young men slain
W. H. Auden: O What Is That Sound
W. H. Auden: The shield of Achilles
Berthold Auerbach: Practicing for mutual manslaughter
Augustine: To make war on your neighbors, what else is this to be called than great robbery?
Aulus Gellius: Thievery as school for war
Alfred Austin: The White Pall of Peace
Marcel Aymé: A child’s view of war
Marcel Aymé: Novel way to end a war
Francis Bacon: Arts benefit man more than arms
Francis Bacon: The works of learning outlive those of conquerors
Joanna Baillie: And shall we think of war?
Joanna Baillie: Do children return from rude jarring war?
Joanna Baillie: Making his simple audience to shrink with tales of war and blood
Joanna Baillie: Thy native land, freed from the ills of war, a land of peace!
H. Lavinia Baily: By the Sea. An Argument for Peace.
H. Lavinia Baily: A Lost Song?
Henry Williams Baker: A Hymn for Peace
Josephine Turck Baker: To the Mothers of the Martyred Dead upon the Field of Battle
Honoré de Balzac: Keeping the troops out
Balzac: Mass executions: Has Europe ever ceased from wars?
Honoré de Balzac: Selling war munitions to the devil himself if he has money
Isabella Banks: Absolve our souls from blood shed in our country’s cause
Isabella Banks: The bugle of war, the bugle of peace
Isabella Banks: “Glory, glory, glory!” As if murder were not sin!
Isabella Banks: Lay down weapons, war should cease
Anna Laetitia Barbauld: Peace and Shepherd
Anna Laetitia Barbauld: The storm of horrid war rolls dreadful on
Anna Laetitia Barbauld: War’s least horror is th’ ensanguined field
Mary Barber: The officer’s widow
Jules Barbey D’Aurevilly: The jackals of war
Henri Barbusse: Selections on war
Henri Barbusse: All battles spring from themselves and necessitate each other to infinity
Henri Barbussse: As long as the colors of uniforms cover the flesh of men
Henri Barbusse: The awful power of a dead man
Henri Barbusse: Blood-stained priest of the God of War
Henri Barbusse: Butchery as far as the eye can see
Henri Barbusse: Crows eddying round naked flesh with flapping banners and war-cries
Henri Barbusse: The enemy is militarism and no other
Henri Barbusse: Flags and swords, instruments of the cult of human sacrifice
Henri Barbusse: The goddess of slaughter, the world worn out by war
Henri Barbusse: I will wage war, even though I alone may survive
Henri Barbusse: Jesus on the battlefield
Henri Barbusse: Manual laborers of war glutting the cannon’s mouth with their flesh
Henri Barbusse: The mournful hearse of the army razes harshly
Henri Barbusse: Murder enters as invisibly as death itself. Industry multiplies its magic.
Henri Barbusse: The only cause of war is the slavery of those whose flesh wages it
Henri Barbusse: “Perhaps it is the last war of all”
Henri Barbusse: Sepulchral sculptor’s great sketch-model, the gate of hell
Henri Barbusse: Soldier’s glory is a lie, like every other fine-looking thing in war
Henri Barbusse: “That’s war. It’s not anything else.”
Henri Barbusse: There will be nothing else on the earth but preparation for war
Henri Barbusse: These murdered souls, covered with black veils; they are you and I
Henri Barbusse: Torture…agony…human sacrifices…
Henri Barbusse: War, as hideous morally as physically
Henri Barbusse: War befouls the country as it does faces and hearts
Henri Barbusse: “War must be killed; war itself”
Henri Barbusse: War which breeds war, whether by victory or defeat
Henri Barbusse: War’s loathsome horror and lunacy
Henri Barbusse: “We must have a new Ministry: a new public opinion: War.”
Henri Barbusse: The world has come to the end of its strength: it is vanquished by wars
Henri Barbusse: “You understand, I’m against all wars”
Maurice Baring: Selections on war
Maurice Baring: The Dying Reservist
Maurice Baring: The greater fools are you who seek the wars
Maurice Baring: Unalterable horror, misery, pain and suffering which is caused by modern war
Joel Barlow: War after war his hungry soul require, each land lie reeking with its people’s slain
Charlotte Alington Barnard: Peace Hovers
Giambattista Basile: “To war, to war”: Tavern warriors
Katharine Lee Bates: Selections on war and peace
Katharine Lee Bates: Carnage! Bayonet, bomb and shell! Merry reading for hell!
Katharine Lee Bates: Children of the War
Katharine Lee Bates: The doomful, mad torpedo, the colossal slaughter-guns
Katharine Lee Bates: Fodder for Cannon
Katharine Lee Bates: Marching Feet
Katharine Lee Bates: When the Millennium Comes
Pierre Bayle: The God of fratricide is a lunatic invention
Pierre Bayle: Men of blood not permitted to build temples
Francis Bebey: They all come into the world speaking the same language of peace and friendship
Thomas Lovell Beddoes: War’s harvest
Aphra Behn: No rough sound of war’s alarms
Aphra Behn: The pen triumphs over the sword
Edward Bellamy: We have no wars now, and our governments no war powers
Hilaire Belloc: After the tempest and destruction of universal war, permanence
Hilaire Belloc: War, propaganda and lies
Julien Benda: Military mysticism
Stephen Vincent Benét: The dead march from the last to the next blind war
Stephen Vincent Benét: Nightmare For Future Reference: The second year of the Third World War
Stephen Vincent Benét: Toy soldiers
William Rose Benét: The Red Country
Ida Whipple Benham: The Friend of Peace
Ida Whipple Benham: War’s weeding
Ida Whipple Benham: The White Prince of peace
Walter Benjamin: Self-alienated mankind experiences its own destruction as aesthetic pleasure
Adelaide George Bennett: The Peace-Pipe Quarry
Arnold Bennett: The miraculous lunacy of war
Arnold Bennett: The Primary Object of War
Arnold Bennett: The Slaughterer
Arnold Bennett: War casualties and war profiteers
Arthur Christopher Benson: No carnal triumph of the empurpled sword
Robert Hugh Benson: The whole human race will be at war
Jeremy Bentham: A Plan for an Universal and Perpetual Peace
Jeremy Bentham: War is mischief upon the largest scale
Elizabeth Bentley: On the return of celestial peace
Elizabeth Bentley: Terror-striking War shalt be banish’d far
Pierre-Jean de Béranger: The Holy Alliance of Peace
Pierre-Jean de Béranger: The law that keeps the stars in place, endows with peace the human race
Pierre-Jean de Béranger: When from the miseries of war we wake…
George Berkeley: Continuing dishonorable war is committing murder, rapine, sacrilege and violence
Georges Bernanos: War, the penalty of rendering unto Caesar what is no longer his
Georges Bernanos: Wars like epidemics, with neither beginning nor end
Charles de Bernard: A painter’s epigram, a token of disarmament
Samuel Bernard: A pipe dream of peace
Giuseppe Berto: Selections on war
Giuseppe Berto: Bombing produced cities of the dead
Giuseppe Berto: A fable: The war was going well, the war was going badly
Giuseppe Berto: No one truly survives war
Giuseppe Berto: One of the fruits of war, that people should feel so alone and desolate
Giuseppe Berto: Orphaned by the bombs
Giuseppe Berto: Then the war passed over our countryside
Giuseppe Berto: War destroys the soul even when it spares the body
Walter Besant: War and the destruction of London, a city lone and widowed
Matilda Betham: All the horrid charms of war
Horace P. Biddle: Wine, War, and Love
Ambrose Bierce: Selections on war
Ambrose Bierce: The Coup de Grâce
Ambrose Bierce: The general’s faithful progenitor
Ambrose Bierce: He created patriotism and taught the nations war
Ambrose Bierce: Killed At Resaca
Ambrose Bierce: Military Malthusianism
Ambrose Bierce: An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge
Ambrose Bierce: War as parricide
Ambrose Bierce: Warlike America
Augustine Birrell: Richard Cobden, visionary of world peace
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson: All labor’s dread of war’s mad waste and murder
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson: I saw a dove fear-daunted
William Black: Military glory, the most mean, the most cruel and contemptible thing under the sun!
William Black: When Caesar’s legions turn on him
Robert Blair: Where are the mighty thunderbolts of war?
William Blake: Selections on war and peace
William Blake: Groaning among the happier dead
William Blake: O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue to drown the throat of war!
William Blake: O go not forth in Martyrdoms & Wars
William Blake: To peaceful arts shall envy bow
Charles A. Blanchard: What is war? Is peace possible?
Jean Blewett: Above the din of martial clamor, a crying in the dark
Jean Blewett: The doves are nesting in the cannons grim
Mathilde Blind: All vile things that batten on disaster follow feasting in the wake of war
Mathilde Blind: Reaping War’s harvest grim and gory
Mathilde Blind: Widowing the world of men to win the world
Alexander Blok: The kite, the mother and endless war
Edmund Blunden: Writings on war
Edmund Blunden: The black fiend leaps brick-red as life’s last picture goes
Edmund Blunden: The bondservice of destruction
Edmund Blunden: Death could not kneel
Edmund Blunden: Harsher screamed the condor war
Edmund Blunden: How silver clear against war’s hue and cry each syllable of peace the gods allowed
Edmund Blunden: Initiation into war
Edmund Blunden: One needed no occult gift to notice the shadow of death
Edmund Blunden: War’s undormant cemetery
Edmund Blunden: We stood estranged with the ghosts of war between
Edmund Blunden: A whole sweet countryside amuck with murder
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt: “How I am wounded for thee in these wars”
Robert Bly: War, writers and government money
Giovanni Boccaccio: Avarice armed mankind in violence
Friedrich Martin von Bodenstedt: Christianity and War
Boethius: Provoking death’s destined day by waging unjust and cruel wars
Evgeny Bogat: Hiroshima and Socrates
Evgeny Bogat: In a world of napalm and burning villages, love is the triumph over non-existence
Evgeny Bogat: Rembrandt’s girl
Heinrich Böll: Every death in war is a murder – a murder for which someone is responsible
Heinrich Böll: I saw the fateful gleam in his eyes too late
Heinrich Böll: I’m going to die soon and before the war is over. I shall never know peace again.
Wolfgang Borchert: It was war; stories from a primer
Wolfgang Borchert: Only one thing to do, say No!
George Borrow: Prisoners of war: misery on one side, disgrace on the other
Henri Bosco: Man kills just for the sake of killing
Carl John Bostelmann: Hate, still thy drums! War, make thy trumpets mute!
James Boswell: Samuel Johnson – war is worst type of all violence
James Boswell: Who profits by war?
Pierre Boulle: Converting the world’s arsenals into granaries
Pierre Boulle: Earth’s heritage squandered on dangerous expenditure
Pierre Boulle: The long reach of war profiteers
Paul Bourget: That dreadful word War
Randolph Bourne: Selections on war
Randolph Bourne: The War and the Intellectuals
Randolph Bourne: War and the State
Randolph Bourne: Willing war means willing all the evils that are organically bound up with it
Randolph Bourne: Conscience and Intelligence in War
Randolph Bourne: Twilight of Idols
Randolph Bourne: Below the Battle
Jane Bowdler: War’s deadly futility
William Lisle Bowles: Selections on war and peace
William Lisle Bowles: As War’s black trump pealed its terrific blast
William Lisle Bowles: The dread name of the hideous war-fiend shall perish
William Lisle Bowles: The Fiend of War, sated with slaughter
William Lisle Bowles: Grim-visaged War drowns with his trumpet’s blast a brother’s cries
William Lisle Bowles: Oh, when will the long tempestuous night of warfare and of woe be rolled away!
Henry Noel Brailsford: Waiting for the horrors of a war that was coming
Henry Noel Brailsford: Who is the happy warrior?
Berton Braley: The nobler army fights the bloodless battles of industry and peace
Georg Brandes: Selections on war
Georg Brandes: An Appeal Against Wholesale Murder
Georg Brandes: War, uninterrupted series of horrors, atrocities, and slaughter
Georg Brandes: The World at War
Georg Brandes: The Praise of War
Georg Brandes: Only officers and ammunition-makers wish war
Georg Brandes: Two million men held in readiness to exterminate each other
Georg Brandes: Wars waged by governments fronting for financial oligarchies
Georg Brandes: Abrupt about-face, the glorification of war
Georg Brandes: Giants of bloodshed; military staffs foster war
Georg Brandes: The future will look on war as the present looks on witchcraft, the Inquisition
Georg Brandes: War not fight for ideals but fight for concessions
Bertolt Brecht: Selections on war
Bertolt Brecht: German Miserere
Bertolt Brecht: I won’t let you spoil my war for me
Bertolt Brecht: In war the attacker always has an alibi
Bertolt Brecht: Maimed soldiers are anti-war demonstrators
Bertolt Brecht: One’s only got to make a war to become a millionaire. It’s amazing!
Bertolt Brecht: Picture-book generals more dangerous, less brave, than serial killers
Bertolt Brecht: The upper classes sacrifice for the soldiers
Bertolt Brecht: Wherein a holy war differs from other wars
Edward Arnold Brenholtz: Selections on peace and war
Edwin Arnold Brenholtz: The Demon, War
Edwin Arnold Brenholtz: The Dying Warrior
Edwin Arnold Brenholtz: If war is sane, make me insane
Edward Arnold Brenholtz: Now be the God of Peace adored
Edwin Arnold Brenholtz: The Passion of Peace
Edwin Arnold Brenholtz: Peace, the Conqueror
Robert Bridges: And this is War!
Vera Mary Brittain: August, 1914
British writers on peace and war
Louis Bromfield: NATO, Permanent War Panic and America’s Messiah Complex
Van Wyck Brooks: The truth about war that Mark Twain could only divulge after death
William E. Brooks: Memorial Day
Laura Helena Brower: Heritage. The blighted fruit of war.
Charles Brockden Brown: Such is the spectacle exhibited in every field of battle
Frances Brown: An avenger mightier than war
Waldo R. Browne: War, a parable
Elizabeth Barrett Browning: Exalt the name of Peace and leave those rusty wars that eat the soul
Elizabeth Barrett Browning: War’s human harvest
Robert Browning: Selections on peace and war
Robert Browning: The devil’s doctrine, the paraded shame of war
Robert Browning: Far and wide the victims of our warfare strew the plain
Robert Browning: Peace, in whom depths of wealth lie
Robert Browning: Peace rises within them ever more and more
Robert Browning: They sent a million fighters forth South and North
Kenneth Bruce: Universal Peace
William Cullen Bryant: Christmas 1875
Valery Bryusov: Epitaph of a forgotten world conqueror
John Buchan: That night I realized the crazy folly of war
Robert Buchanan: The moon gleamed on the dreadful drifts of dead
John Wright Buckham: The Heroisms of Peace
Antonio Buero-Vallejo: We must live to abolish forty centuries of killing children
Edward Bulwer-Lytton: Selections on peace and war
Edward Bulwer-Lytton: Ghouls on the field of slaughter
Edward Bulwer-Lytton: The Philosophy of Peace
Edward Bulwer-Lytton: The sword, consecrating homicide and massacre with a hollow name
Edward Bulwer-Lytton: War and wrath and rapine cease, O Messenger of Peace!
Edward Bulwer-Lytton: “We poor men have no passion for war”
Kenneth Burke: Even portraying war in best light shows cultural superiority of peace
George Shepard Burleigh: Martial Heroism
George Shepard Burleigh: When shall the crystal fount of Peace wash out the hideous stain of blood?
Dana Burnett: Selections on war
Dana Burnet: Ammunition. The Dead.
Dana Burnet: Christmas in the Trenches
Dana Burnet: Sleep, Little Soldier, Sleep
Dana Burnet: The world’s awry and there are no more dreams!
Robert Burns: I hate murder by flood or field
Robert Burns: Peace, thy olive wand extend and bid wild War his ravage end
Robert Burns: Wars, the plagues of human life
Vincent Godfrey Burns: An Ex-Serviceman Makes a Vow
Vincent Godfrey Burns: Hell à la mode
Vincent Godfrey Burns: The Hun
Amelia Josephine Burr: Two Viewpoints
Struthers Burt: To a Friend Wanting War
Robert Burton: Hypocrites who make the trumpet of the gospel the trumpet of war
Robert Burton: War’s nuptials, war’s justice
Robert Burton: We hate the hawk because it is always at war
Robert Burton: What fury first brought so devilish, so brutish a thing as war into men’s minds?
Samuel Butler: Religion of war
Samuel Butler: Valor in modern warfare
Byron: The age of beauty will succeed the sport of war
Byron: All ills past, present and to come yield to the true portrait of one battle-field
Byron: Blasted below the hot breath of war
Byron: The drying up a single tear has more of honest fame than shedding seas of gore.
Byron: Gore and glory seen in hell alone
Byron: The Grave shall bear the chiefest prize away
Byron: I loathe all war and warriors
Byron: Just ponder what a pious pastime war is
Byron: Such is the absorbing hate when warring nations meet
Byron: The time is past when swords subdued
Byron: War, banquet for wolf and worm
Byron: War cuts up not only branch, but root
Byron: War did glut himself again, all earth was but one thought – and that was death
Byron: War feeds the vultures, wolves and worms
Byron: War returns on its perpetrator
Byron: War’s a brain-spattering, windpipe-slitting art
Callimachus: Nurse peace, that he who sows may also reap
George Frederick Cameron: Is it true greatness to lead armed hirelings on to bleed?
Thomas Campbell: Selections on peace and war
Thomas Campbell: Maddening strife and blood-stain’d fields to come
Thomas Campbell: Men will weep for him when many a guilty martial fame is dim
Thomas Campbell: Sending whirlwind warrants forth to rouse the slumbering fiends of war
Thomas Campbell: Shall War’s polluted banner ne’er be furl’d?
Thomas Campbell: The snow shall be their winding-sheet, every turf a soldier’s sepulchre
Thomas Campbell: That first spoke peace to man
Thomas Campion: Raving war wastes our empty fields
Thomas Campion: Then bloody swords and armour should not be
Thomas Campion: Upright man needs neither towers nor armour
Albert Camus: Where war lives. The reign of beasts has begun.
Canadian writers on war and peace
Karel Čapek: The War with the Newts
Ernesto Cardenal: They speak of peace and secretly prepare for war
Thomas Carew: Lust for gold fills the world with tumult, blood, and war
Thomas Carew: They’ll hang their arms upon the olive bough
Thomas Carlyle: Selections on war
Thomas Carlyle: Fighting with steel murder-tools
Thomas Carlyle: Inept government’s sole achievement, getting together men to kill other men
Thomas Carlyle: War is a quarrel between two thieves
Thomas Carlyle: What blood-filled trenches, and contentious centuries, may still divide us!
Thomas Carlyle: The works of peace versus battles and war-tumults
Edward Carpenter: After the nadir of war, the regeneration of man
Edward Carpenter: Fears which inspire brutishness and cruelty of warfare
Alejo Carpentier: War’s long reach
William Herbert Carruth: When the Cannon Booms
Alice Cary: Better dwell the lowliest shepherd of Arcadia’s bowers
Baldassare Castiglione: Leaders must prepare their people for peace, not war
Baldassare Castiglione: Sabine peace
Catullus: Appalled by fratricide, gods turned from man
Benvenuto Cellini: War kept behind closed doors
Cervantes: Everything then was friendship, everything was harmony
Alexander Chakovsky: The war, the darkness and the cold. “And then everything will come back?”
Mary Chandler: The noise of war is hushed
William Ellery Channing: Sermon on War
George Chapman: Men’s want of peace, which was from want of love
George Chapman: Peace with all her heavenly seed
François-René de Chateaubriand: What is war? A barbaric profession.
Chateaubriand: Would-be master of the world who knew only how to destroy
Thomas Chatterton: Peace, gentlest, softest of the virtues
Geoffrey Chaucer: The city to the soldier’s rage resigned; successless wars and poverty behind
Anton Chekhov: You can’t remember a single year without war
Anne Cleveland Cheney: All Ye Who Pass By
Victor Cherbuliez and Erich Fromm: Wars are outbursts of destructiveness and paranoid suspicion
Charles Chesnutt: Justice, Peace – the seed and the flower of civilisation
G.K. Chesterton: In modern war defeat is complete defeat
G. K. Chesterton: War’s regressive tendency
Gabriel Chevallier: Selections on war
Gabriel Chevallier: All the threats and horrors summed up in that small word – war
Gabriel Chevallier: The general’s fatal domestic campaign
Gabriel Chevallier: His screams were terrible, enough to shame God
Gabriel Chevallier: Let those who love war wage it
Gabriel Chevallier: This fact makes armies and wars possible
Gabriel Chevallier: War is not edifying, purifying or redemptive
Gabriel Chevallier: War ruins armies
José Santos Chocano: When a future explorer uncovers that rarest of things, a sword
John Chrysostom: God is not a God of war and fighting
Charles Churchill: Thousands bleed for some vile spot where fifty cannot feed
Cicero: All wars, undertaken without a proper motive, are unjust
Cicero: Even war’s victories should be forgotten
Cicero: Military commands, phantom of glory and the ruin of one’s own country and personal downfall
Jules Claretie: A sensible man can but have one opinion on the question of war and peace
Thomas Curtis Clark: Apparitions
Thomas Curtis Clark: Bugle Song of Peace
Thomas Curtis Clark: Who made war?
Claudian: Hell’s numberless monsters plot war
Jean-Paul Clébert: Concrete monsters. Had war devastated everything and there was no one left alive?
Clement of Alexandria: Gods of war
Clement of Alexandria: Let us gird ourselves with the armour of peace
Caroline Clive: The bloody words of ruffian war
Arthur Hugh Clough: For an impalpable odour of honour armies shall bleed
Arthur Hugh Clough: Ye vulgar dreamers about peace
Florence Earle Coates: The New Mars
Humphrey Cobb: Selections on war
Humphrey Cobb: Generals are reassured by the smell of the dead
Humphrey Cobb: Hallucination of fantastic butchery; too much for one man to bear
Humphrey Cobb: The paths of glory lead but to the rats
Humphrey Cobb: Reworking the sixth commandment for war; thou shalt not commit individual murder
Humphrey Cobb: War never settled anything except who was the strongest
Elizabeth Cobbold: Earth’s bosom drenching with her children’s blood
Margaret Postgate Cole: They fell, like snowflakes wiping out the noon
Mary Elizabeth Coleridge: Lilies and Doves
Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Selections on peace and war
Samuel Taylor Coleridge: All our dainty terms for fratricide
Samuel Taylor Coleridge: And war still violates the unfinished works of peace
Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Celebrate return of peace by directing readers to noblest works of peace
Samuel Taylor Coleridge: The demon War and its attendants, maniac Suicide and giant Murder
Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Fire, Famine, And Slaughter: A War Eclogue
Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Fleeing from yelp of cur, we took shelter at feet of vicious warhorse
Samuel Taylor Coleridge: From all sides rush the thirsty brood of War!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge: War and all its dread vicissitudes pleasingly agitate their stagnant hearts
Samuel Taylor Coleridge: War is a murderous fiend, by fiends adored
Samuel Taylor Coleridge: What is an immense army?
John Collins: Till war becomes a crime abhorred, and earth be blessed with endless peace
Étienne Bonnot de Condillac: Peace will not make good all the evils war has caused
Nicolas de Condorcet: War can never benefit the majority of individuals of a nation
Nicolas de Condorcet: War, the most dreadful of all calamities, the most terrible of all crimes
William Congreve: Cursed ambition wakes the world to war and ruin
William Congreve: No more do youth leave the sacred arts for stubborn arms
Elizabeth Connor: This World War
Joseph Conrad: Selections on war
Joseph Conrad: Democratic, commercial wars more ferocious than those of kings
Joseph Conrad: Firing into a continent, a touch of insanity in the proceeding
Joseph Conrad: Humanity’s inhuman toleration of war
Joseph Conrad: “I have seen all this before I was in years a man”
Joseph Conrad: Men go mad in protest against “peculiar sanity” of war
Joseph Conrad: Never before has war received so much homage at the lips of men
Joseph Conrad: The siege of Troy. “Ten years of murder and unrighteousness!”
Joseph Conrad: War makes earth a pagan planet
Joseph Conrad: With earth soaked in blood, all men seek some formula of peace
Eliza Cook: Selections on peace and war
Eliza Cook: Crimson battlefield. When the world shall be spread with tombless dead.
Eliza Cook: I felt a shuddering horror lurk, to think I’d mingled in such work
Eliza Cook: No bloodstain lingers there. The plough and the spear.
Eliza Cook: Not where bullet, sword, and shield lie strown with the gory slain
Eliza Cook: Who can love the laurel wreath, plucked from the gory field of death?
James Fenimore Cooper: Selections on peace and war
James Fenimore Cooper: Always much of exaggeration in both boasting and apologies of war
James Fenimore Cooper: Battleground, the very consummation of human misery
James Fenimore Cooper: The doom of a soldier
James Fenimore Cooper: The dubiety and ineptitude of soldiering
James Fenimore Cooper: Is there a star where war and bloodshed aren’t known?
James Fenimore Cooper: A person who loves someone doesn’t send him to war
James Fenimore Cooper: The short-lived patriotism of war
James Fenimore Cooper: The uncelebrated victims of war
James Fenimore Cooper: War’s victory not worth the sacrifice of human life
François Coppée: God preserve us from scientific war, the worst of any
Michel Corday: Selections from The Paris Front
Michel Corday: Blood! Blood! But there is still not enough.
Michel Corday: The everlasting glorification of murder
Michel Corday: War, the most brutal heritage of the past
Michel Corday: In war fathers bury their sons
Michel Corday: War sentiment is general dementia, barbarous and neolithic
Michel Corday: Millions of men killed to cure a single hypochondriac
Michel Corday: War – hell let loose, butchery, a return to barbarism
Michel Corday: War is irreparable loss for the earth and the human race
Michel Corday: The hideous futility of war in itself
Michel Corday: Future description of these horrors ought to make any return of war impossible
Michel Corday: Striking against war
Michel Corday: The Truth is the chief victim of war
Michel Corday: Glorification of slaughter is the beginning of future armaments
Michel Corday: The plague that comes in war’s train
Joseph Cottle: Selections on war
Joseph Cottle: If on the slaughter’d field some mind humane…
Joseph Cottle: Know you their crimes on whom you warfare wage?
Joseph Cottle: Plant the seeds of universal peace
Joseph Cottle: Torn from their cots to wield the murderer’s blade
Joseph Cottle: Warn mankind to shun the hostile spear
Joseph Cottle: War’s noxious breath fills earth with discord, dread, and death
Peter L. Courtier: Ode to Peace
Victor Cousin: When might is right, natural state of man is war
Francis Coutts: Why was no better gift by thee bequeathed than a sword unsheathed?
Abraham Cowley: Like the peace, but think it comes too late
Abraham Cowley: Only peace breeds scarcity in Hell
Abraham Cowley: To give peace and then the rules of peace
Malcolm Cowley: By day there are only the dead
William Cowper: Selections on peace and war
William Cowper on war and man’s inhumanity to man: Homo homini lupus
William Cowper: In every heart are sown the sparks that kindle fiery war
William Cowper: Never shall you hear the voice of war again
William Cowper: Peace, both the duty and the prize
William Cowper: They trust in navies and armies
William Cowper: Universal soldiership has stabbed the heart of man
Wilbur F. Crafts: Not mailed but nailed the hands he turned to the world
Stephen Crane: An Episode of War
Stephen Crane: There was crimson clash of war
Richard Crashaw: In Hell’s palaces
F. Marion Crawford: Find a priest for those I have killed
F. Marion Crawford: The real issue is between civilization and barbarism, between peace and war
F. Marion Crawford: When everyone understands war it will stop by universal consent
Isabella Valancy Crawford: The Forging of the Sword
Isabella Valancy Crawford: Peace
Isabella Valancy Crawford: War
Ann Batten Cristall: Pity, Liberty, and Peace
Ann Batten Cristall: Relief for nature, man at war with themselves
Maria Briscoe Croker: War and Peace
Ernest Crosby: Selections against war, for peace
Ernest Crosby: The Bugler in the Rear
Ernest Crosby: The Peace Congress
Ernest Crosby: Peace has outgrown all that, for Peace is a man
Ernest Crosby: They know not love that love not peace
Martha Foote Crow: There is no Christ left in all those carnage-loving lands
William Crowe: On poets who sing of war
E. E. Cummings: Detention camp during wartime
Mary L. Cummins: The News of War
Mary L. Cummins: The Women Who Wait
William Cunningham: A thousand gifts are thine, Sweet Peace! – which War can never know
Quintus Curtius: So completely does war invert even the laws of Nature
Cyprian: War cannot consist with peace
Dante: The decree of peace the centuries wept for
Dante: The fate of those who deal in bloodshed and in pillaging
Dante: In earlier eras wars were carried on by swords
Olive Tilford Dargan: Beyond War
Rubén Darío: You think the future is wherever your bullet strikes
James Darmesteter: War and prophecy
Alphonse Daudet: Revenge and war
William Davenant : War, the sport of kings, increases the number of dead
John Davidson: Blood in torrents pour in vain, for war breeds war again
John Davidson: The blood of men poured out in endless wars
W.H. Davies: The blind hatred engendered by war
Richard Harding Davis: Destruction versus civilization, soldiers and engineers
Thomas Day: Wages abhorred war with humankind
John William De Forest: Uncivil war
Cecelia De Vere: The American flag. Peacemakers, called the children of Great God.
Daniel Defoe: Mammon and Mars, twin deities
Thomas Dekker: Lands ravaged by soldiers and war
Sven Delblanc: No, three megatons, it’s a question of moral principle
Democritus: Strange humor: Men covet war in time of peace
Demosthenes: When war comes home, the fatal weaknesses of states are revealed
Michel Déon: How we wish so many others had escaped the slaughter!
Antoine Destutt de Tracy: War leads to despotism, despotism to war
Charles Dickens: Waging war to perpetuate slavery
Emily Dickinson: I many times thought Peace had come
Denis Diderot: War is contest between beast and savage
Dio Cassius: “How long are we to be waging war?”
Dio Cassius: Is it not dreadful that we become engaged in war after war?
Dio Cassius: Weeping and lamenting the fratricide of war
Dio Cassius: When peace was announced the mountains resounded
Dio Chystostom: Greed leads to internal strife and foreign wars
Dio Chrystostom: On the fate of states educated only for war
Dio Chrysostom: Peace, which everybody welcomes
Diodorus Siculus: Alexander’s first encounter with military glory
Diodorus Siculus: History is more than the recording of wars
Diodorus Siculus: Those for whom war is peace and peace is war
Diogenes Laertius: Steel and eloquence
Dionysius of Halicarnassus: Numa’s arbiters of peace
Dionysius of Halicarnassus: People exhausted by war, like corpses except they breathed
Dionysius of Halicarnassus: Scorn rapine and violence and the profits accruing from war
Dionysius of Halicarnassus: Women’s plea for peace
Sydney Dobell: The Army Surgeon
Alfred Döblin: The law and the police are at the service of the war state and its slavery
Alfred Döblin: The old grim cry for war
Alfred Döblin: War is not ineluctable fate
Alfred Döblin: We march to war, Death folds his cloak singing: Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes.
Nathan Haskell Dole: Selections on peace
Nathan Haskell Dole: Death: War is my Master-stroke since Days of Yore
Nathan Haskell Dole: Here are War’s pomp and circumstance
Nathan Haskell Dole: Peace’s exultation
Nathan Haskell Dole: The Reign of Peace
Nathan Haskell Dole: Thanks offering of the God of Waste and Destruction
Nathan Haskell Dole: The Vision of Peace
James B. Dollard: The Battle-Line
Alfred Dommett: A Christmas hymn. The peaceful Prince of earth and heaven.
John Donne: The horror and ghastliness of war
John Donne: War and misery are one thing
John Dos Passos: Selection on war
John Dos Passos: Meat for guns. Shot for saying the war was wrong.
John Dos Passos: The miserable dullness of industrialized slaughter
John Dos Passos: Not wake up till the war was over and you could be a human being again
John Dos Passos: They were going to kill everybody who spoke that language
John Dos Passos: Three Soldiers
John Dos Passos on Randolph Bourne: War is the health of the state
John Dos Passos: What was the good of stopping the war if the armies continued?
Fyodor Dostoevsky: Selections on war
Fyodor Dostoevsky: The abysmal cunning of war
Fyodor Dostoevsky: Decide for yourself, has civilization made mankind more bloodthirsty?
Fyodor Dostoevsky: The desire to rule mankind as slaves leads West to colossal, final war
1862: Dostoevsky on the new world order
Fyodor Dostoevsky: The expediency and inexpediency of war
Fyodor Dostoevsky: Holocaustal weapons of future wars
Fyodor Dostoevsky: Holy blood was shed, regular wars sprang up
Marion Doyle: Mars and Kings have silenced all their singing
Augusta Theodosia Drane: It needs must be that gentle Peace prevail!
Michael Drayton: All your banks with peace preserved be
Theodore Dreiser: The logic of military victory, an apologue
Theodore Dreiser and Smedley Butler: War is a Racket
John Drinkwater: I sing of peace while nations market in death
John Drinkwater: We Mothers Know
Louise Driscoll: The Metal Checks
Maurice Druon: A contempt for all things military
Maurice Druon: The dual prerogatives of minting coins and waging wars
Maurice Druon: Why I exhort you not to threaten each other with your armaments
John Dryden: All your care is to provide the horrid pomp of war
John Dryden: In peace the thoughts of war he could remove
John Dryden and Horace: Happy is he who trumpets summon not to war
John Dryden and Lucretius: Venus and Mars: Lull the world in universal peace
Guillaume de Saluste Du Bartas: Breaking oaths of peace, cover the fields with bloody carcasses
W.E.B. Du Bois: Work for Peace
Maxime Du Camp: Gautier, war filled him with horror
Georges Duhamel: Selections on war
Georges Duhamel: The demon of war had imprisoned us under his knee
Georges Duhamel: The Fleshmongers, War’s Winnowing Basket
Georges Duhamel: Mosaic of pain stained with mud and blood, the colours of war
Georges Duhamel: No end to war without moral reeducation
Georges Duhamel: No man desires war…but if there’s money to be made…
Georges Duhamel: The possession of the world is not decided by guns. It is the noble work of peace.
Georges Duhamel: The stupid machine of war throws out, from minute to minute, bleeding men
Georges Duhamel: The Third Symphony, a slender bridge across the abyss
Georges Duhamel: War and civilization
Georges Duhamel: Who has taught children of man that war brings happiness?
Georges Duhamel: World where now there are more graveyards than villages
Paul Laurence Dunbar: Birds of peace and deadened hearts
Finley Peter Dunne: A great nation at war (in the vernacular)
Maurice Duplay: Colloquy on science and war
Maurice Duplay: Imperative to uproot the passion of war
Marguerite Duras: The civilizing mission
Jean Dutourd: The horrors of war
Edward Dyer: So that of war the very name may not be heard again
Georg Ebers: Each one must bring a victim to the war
Georg Ebers: I tremble at the word, the mere word, war
Georg Ebers: Reign of war and reign of peace
Georg Ebers: War is a perversion of nature
Eça de Queirós: The English in Egypt, a case study
J.A. Edgerton: A Song of Peace
J.A. Edgerton: When the cannon’s roar shall be heard no more
George Eliot: Tart rebuke of crude war propaganda
Havelock Ellis: Cost of wars in oceans of blood
Havelock Ellis: Far from being in man’s nature, war is unnatural even for brutes
Havelock Ellis: War, a relapse from civilisation into barbarism, if not savagery
Paul Éluard: True law of men despite the misery and war
Emma Catherine Embury: Proud soldier turns from scenes of war
Ralph Waldo Emerson: All history is the decline of war. Cannot peace be, as well as war?
Ralph Waldo Emerson: The cause of peace is not the cause of cowardice
Ralph Waldo Emerson: Universal peace is as sure as is the prevalence of civilization over barbarism
Epictetus: I and mine, the cause of wars
Erasmus: The Complaint of Peace
Erasmus: How an astute general conducts warfare
Erasmus: The Soldier and the Carthusian
Erasmus: War is a betrayal of Christianity
Erasmus: What is it that moves people to be so hot for war? What will they get by it?
Erasmus: What is more foolish than war?
Erckmann-Chatrian: In a century the war gods will be recognized as barbarians
Erckmann-Chatrian: In war belligerents conspire against their own citizens
Euripides: The crown of War, the crown of Woe
Euripides: God of war reaps men like grain
Nathaniel Evans: Ode on the Prospect of Peace
Laura Bell Everett: The Skein of Grievous War
William Norman Ewer: Five Souls
Faiz Ahmed Faiz: Today, war means the annihilation of the human race itself
Eleanor Farjeon: Now that you too join the vanishing armies
Marianne Farningham: Give Peace
George Farquhar: What induced you to turn soldier?
Henri Fauconnier: A chance encounter on the evening of a day of slaughter
William Faulkner: All we ever needed to do is just say, Enough of this
William Faulkner: It’s simple nameless war which decimates our ranks
William Faulkner: There is only the question: When will I be blown up?
William Faulkner: To militarists, all civilians, even their own, are alien intruders
Joseph Fawcett: Selections against war
Joseph Fawcett: Broken hearts to broken limbs reply. War expands in space and time.
Joseph Fawcett: Civilized war! The cool carnage of the cultured world.
Joseph Fawcett: The contemptible wagers of civilized war
Joseph Fawcett: The deep scarlet shame of unceasing war
Joseph Fawcett: The distempered dream of war
Joseph Fawcett: Law prosecutes single murder, ignores mass murder
Joseph Fawcett: Uncurs’d the ornamented murderers move
Joseph Fawcett: War and music. Perversion most perverse! Misapplication monstrous!
Joseph Fawcett: War mocks and degrades nature, God, mind, commerce, agriculture
Konstantin Fedin: Amazed that it took more to die
Konstantin Fedin: Is there anyone who doesn’t want this war to be the last one on earth?
Osyp Yuriy Fedkovych: The Recruit
Fénelon: War is the most dreadful of all evils by which heaven has afflicted man
Lion Feuchtwanger: Selections on war
Lion Feuchtwanger: The demand for perpetual peace must be raised again and again
Lion Feuchtwanger: The future national state: A military power beyond conception
Lion Feuchtwanger: The privilege, the courage of fighting for peace
Lion Feuchtwanger: Service at the front gave him a burning hatred for militarism
Lion Feuchtwanger: There is no greater crime than an unnecessary war
Lion Feuchtwanger: War to make the world safe for democracy
Padraic Fiacc: Der Bomben Poet
Johann Gottlieb Fichte: The inexorable law of universal peace
Eugene Field and Thorne Smith: Bacchus disables Mars
Henry Fielding: An alternative to heaps of mangled and murdered human bodies
Henry Fielding: On the condign fate of Great Men and conquerors
Henry Fielding: War creates the professors of human blood-shedding
Anne Finch: Enquiry After Peace
F. Scott Fitzgerald: War comes to Princeton
Florus: Scattering the flames of war over the whole world
Florus: World war, something worse than war
Bernard Le Bovier de Fontenelle: Planet blessed with love but decimated by war
Ford Maddox Ford: Millions massacred for picturesque phrases in politicians’ speeches
Ford Maddox Ford: Preparing men likes bullocks for the slaughterhouse
Mary Weston Fordham: Ode to Peace
C. S. Forester: The dignified occupation of man-killer
C. S. Forester: Disease succeeds hunger, exposure, sword on way to further foolish battle
E.M. Forster: The Imperialist is not what he thinks or seems. He is a destroyer.
E.M. Forster: Wars spurred on by persistent talk of war, amplified by the gutter press
Maxime Formant: They would know the ecstasies of sacking conquered cities
Paul Fort: The Complaint of the Soldiers
Charles Fourier: If ever war was deplorable, it is at this moment
Anatole France: Selections on war
Anatole France: Attack the monster that devours our race; make war on war, a war to the death
Anatole France: Barracks are a hideous invention of modern times
Anatole France: Country living under shadow of war is easy to govern
Anatole France: Education and War
Anatole France: Emerging painfully from primitive barbarism, war
Anatole France: The ethics of war
Anatole France: Even war depends on the arts of peace
Anatole France: Financiers only wanted colonial wars and the people did not want any wars at all
Anatole France: “He left us impoverished and depopulated, but he gave us glory”
Anatole France: Historians hadn’t told him war wore so ugly an aspect
Anatole France: How the U.S. Congress deliberates on wars
Anatole France: I thank God he has given me the harp and not the sword
Anatole France: In civilised nations the glory of massacre is the greatest glory known
Anatole France: Letter to an advocate of “peace with victory”
Anatole France: Military service the most terrible pest of civilised nations
Anatole France: Modern Romans, the Americanization of the world
Anatole France: Moved by the spectacle of the miseries and crimes of war
Anatole France: No one has right to kill, just man will refuse to draw his number for war
Anatole France: Nobel Prize speech
Anatole France: Only two ways out of militarism – war and bankruptcy
Anatole France: The printing press versus artillery
Anatole France: Restoring order by means of theft, rape, pillage, murder and incendiarism
Anatole France: They prefer war to work, they would rather kill each other than help each other
Anatole France: The tutelary gods of world war
Anatole France: Wait till the warriors you make gods of swallow you all up
Anatole France: War, burlesque masquerade in which fatuous patriots sing stupid dithyrambs
Anatole France: War debases man beneath the level of ferocious beasts
Anatole France: War is the last redoubt of oligarchy, plutocracy
Anatole France: Wars fought over territorial acquisition, commercial rivalries
Anatole France: War ruins all trades but its own
Anatole France: Whether civil or foreign, war is execrable
Anatole France: Why should not humanity abolish the law of murder?
Anatole France on Victor Hugo: People to substitute justice and peace for war and bloodshed
Anatole France on Émile Zola, military terrorism and world peace
Anatole France and Michel Corday: The press fans the flames of war’s blast furnace
Anatole France and Michel Corday: Threat of annihilation in gigantic Armageddon
Anatole France and Michel Corday: War is a crime, for which victory brings no atonement
Ivan Franko: Even the dove has the blood of men on its snowy white wings
James George Frazer: Purifying the defilement of war
James George Frazer: Saturn’s reign of peace
Harold Frederic: War inflicts stifling political conformity
Robert Freeman: Peace on Earth
French writers on war and peace
Philip Freneau: Death smiles alike at battles lost or won
Philip Freneau: The Prospect of Peace
Henry Blake Fuller: Killed and wounded on the fields of hate
Margaret Fuller: America, with no prouder emblem than the Dove
Thomas Fuller: As though there were not enough men-murdering engines
Thomas Fuller: When all the world might smile in perfect peace
Richard Furness: Selections on war
Richard Furness: Death and demons laugh’d in horrid joy
Richard Furness: The plough and the sword
Richard Furness: Whatever monster rose to mar the happiness of earth by war
Richard Furness: Who wasted earth with sword and flame and murdered millions for a name
Richard Furness: Will he spare a poor bird when he slaughters his kind?
F. Benjamin Gage: The Sword and the Plough
John Galsworthy: Selections on war
John Galsworthy, 1911: Air war last and worst hideous development of the black arts of warfare
John Galsworthy: Achieving perpetual peace by securing the annihilation of our common enemies
John Galsworthy: Air war leads to reverse evolution
John Galsworthy: Friend becomes foe with war psychosis
John Galsworthy: Grandiloquent phrases are the very munitions of war
John Galsworthy: The monstrous injustice of conflating chauvinism with common drunkenness
John Galsworthy: On the drawbacks of uttering pro-war cant
John Galsworthy: On the embarrassing consequences of bellicose pontification
John Galsworthy: Only a helpless or wicked God would allow the slaughter of millions
John Galsworthy: The procreative demands of war
John Galsworthy: The pure essence of humanitarian warfare sentiments
John Galsworthy: Rivers of blood and tears. When would killing go out of fashion?
John Galsworthy: Trading in fanatical idiocy at expense of others’ blood and sweat
John Galsworthy: Valley of the Shadow
John Galsworthy: War and the microbe of fatalism
John Galsworthy: The war brought in ugliness
John Galsworthy: The war made us all into barbarians
John Galsworthy: War moves mankind towards the manly and unforgiving vigour of the tiger and the rat
John Galsworthy: “The war! The cursed war!”
John Galsworthy: War, where Christ is daily crucified a million times over
John Galsworthy: Would they never tire of making mincemeat of the world?
Rasul Gamzatov: For women war is never over
Rasul Gamzatov: Lament for a slain brother
Maya Ganina: Peace and homeland
Gabriel García Márquez: Five wars and seventeen military coups
Hamlin Garland: Cog in a vast machine for killing men
David Garnett: Criminal to welcome war
David Garnett: War is the worst of the epidemic diseases which afflict mankind
Pierre Gascar: Inside the forest, beyond the touch of war
Pierre Gascar: A kind of temple. The war had stopped at the door.
Pierre Gascar: One could read the whole world kindling another war
Théophile Gautier: One could imagine oneself in the Golden Age of Peace
John Gay: Parallel lives. Highwaymen and soldiers.
Stefan George: Monsters of lead and iron, tubes and rods escape their maker’s hand and rage unruly
German writers on peace and war
C. Virgil Gheorghiu: Selections on war and peace
C. Virgil Gheorghiu: Armies composed of mercenaries fighting for the consolidation of robot society
C. Virgil Gheorghiu: But I warn you
C. Virgil Gheorghiu: In war men are requisitioned like carts, cattle, plows or trucks
C. Virgil Gheorghiu: Third World War, the first true world war in history
Jessie Wiseman Gibbs: Selections from the Peace Sonnets
Jessie Wiseman Gibbs: The blessed salve of peace for the whole bleeding world
Jessie Wiseman Gibbs: Crown him with many crowns, the Prince of Peace
Jessie Wiseman Gibbs: I sing the soldiers of the coming wars, those that save and heal
Jessie Wiseman Gibbs: They say they are of Christ and do the works of Cain
Jessie Wiseman Gibbs: War is the mailèd hand of criminal states
Jessie Wiseman Gibbs: We feed bread of our children to the war-god’s greed
Wilfrid Wilson Gibson: Selections on war
Wilfrid Wilson Gibson: The Bayonet
Wilfrid Wilson Gibson: Between The Lines
Wilfrid Wilson Gibson: The Conscript
Wilfrid Wilson Gibson: Dance of death
Wilfrid Wilson Gibson: He who killed men in foreign lands bore my name
Wilfred Wilson Gibson: Nightmare
Wilfrid Wilson Gibson: Nine O’Clock News
André Gide: Transformation of a war supporter
Charlotte Perkins Gilman: The Flag of Peace
Mary Putnam Gilmore: Sweet Peace is Here
Jean Giono: Led to the slaughterhouse
Jean Giono: Rats and worms were the only living things
Jean Giono: War, nourishment and dismemberment
Jean Giono: War! Who’s the madman in charge of all this? Who’s the madman who gives the orders?
George Gissing: Selections on war
George Gissing: A child should never hear or know of war
George Gissing: “Civilisation rests upon a military basis”
George Gissing: Education to perfect mankind’s instruments of slaughter
George Gissing: The imposition of military servitude
George Gissing: Large-scale murder as fair sport
George Gissing: Lord of Slaughter commands curse of universal soldiering
George Gissing: The morbid love of war
George Gissing: Next stage in civilization: peace made a religion
George Gissing: A parable on war, industry and the press
George Gissing: Peace, no word more beautiful
George Gissing: War turns science into enemy of man
George Gissing: When the next great war comes, newspapers will be the chief cause of it
Ellen Glasgow: Selections on war
Ellen Glasgow: The Altar of the War God
Ellen Glasgow: His vision of the future only an endless warfare and a wasted land
Ellen Glasgow: The Reign of the Brute
Ellen Glasgow: “That killed how many? how many?”
Édouard Glissant: The planet is riddled with wars
William Godwin: Inventions of a barbarous age, deluging provinces with blood
Ferdynand Goetel: Hands off our home, you tracking murderers! Hands off our brains and hearts!
Ferdynand Goetel: Men ripped up by the Moloch of war
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: Selections on war
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: I have not a warlike nature nor warlike tastes
Goethe: “O wisdom, thou speakest as a dove!”
Goethe: Withdraw hands from your swords
Nikolai Gogol: The dove not seeing the hawk
Oliver Goldsmith: Selections on war
Oliver Goldsmith on war: Hundreds of thousands killed without consequence
Oliver Goldsmith: I am an enemy to nothing in this good world but war
Oliver Goldsmith: Man sinks beneath the brute in waging war
Oliver Goldsmith: War and its servile press
Edmond de Goncourt: Despite civilization, brute force asserts itself as in the time of Attila
Edmond de Goncourt: Even more horrible than the wounds of battle
Edmond de Goncourt: Scenes of siege amid the horrors of war
Maxim Gorky: Selections on war
Maxim Gorky on Romain Rolland, war and humanism
Maxim Gorky: The fatal consequences of ignoring military protocol
Maxim Gorky: Generals and substitutes for monkeys
Maxim Gorky: Henri Barbusse and the mass of lies, hypocrisy, cruelty, dirt and blood called war
Maxim Gorky: Military museum; soaking the dirt and dust of the earth with copious blood
Maxim Gorky: Military Tower of Babel
Maxim Gorky: Only time to train cannon fodder, not soldiers
Maxim Gorky: Perfidious Albion at war
Maxim Gorky: “That’s what war is for – to seize foreign land or depopulate one’s own”
Maxim Gorky: The true motives of war
Maxim Gorky: War and Civilization
Maxim Gorky: War, cunning in its stupidity
Maxim Gorky: War permits destruction of every kind: losing limbs fighting for our country
Maxim Gorky: What in war is honorable, in peacetime is criminal
Maxim Gorky: What we needed was a successful war – with anybody at all
Maxim Gorky: When “cause of freedom for man” means money for armaments
Maxim Gorky: With arming of vast hordes of people, what can I get out of the war?
Maxim Gorky: World war and racial conflict on an obscure, infinitesimal planet
Edmund Gosse: War and the brutalities of the real thing
Remy de Gourmont: Getting drunk at the dirty cask of militarism
Remy de Gourmont: If they wage war, in what state must the world be?
John Gower: Peace is chief of all world’s wealth, war is mother of all wrongs
Baltasar Gracián: Who are the true conquerors?
Albert-Paul Granier: The deadweight cortege of death grinds past
Daniil Granin: A scientist’s lament
Robert Graves: Selections on war
Robert Graves: Accommodations for a million men killed in war
Robert Graves: A certain cure for lust of blood
Robert Graves: Even its opponents don’t survive war
Robert Graves: The grim arithmetic of war
Robert Graves: Men at arms and men of letters, the birth of English pacifism in the First World War
Robert Graves: Military madness degenerating into savagery
Robert Graves: Recalling the last war, preparing for the next
Robert Graves: War follows its victims back home
Robert Graves: War should be a sport for men above forty-five only
Robert Graves: War’s path of death, decay and decomposition
Robert Graves: War’s ultimate victors, the rats
Robert Graves: When even war’s gallows humor fails
Thomas Gray: Clouds of carnage blot the sun; weave the crimson web of war
Thomas Gray: Poetry subdues war
Greek and Roman writers on war and peace
Graham Greene: He carried the war in his heart, infecting everything
Graham Greene: A hundred English Guernicas
Graham Greene: Letter On NATO Threat To Cuba
Graham Greene: None of us can hate any more – or love. You have to feel something to stop a war.
Robert Greene: Then the stormy threats of wars shall cease
Fulke Greville: The shames of peace are the pride of war
Nordahl Grieg: War is contempt for life
Friedrich Melchior von Grimm: History lauds brutal warriors, views the peaceful with contempt
Hans Jakob Christoffel von Grimmelshausen: Soldiers and peasants
Hans Jakob Christoffel von Grimmelshausen: Study and let war alone
Hans Jakob Christoffel von Grimmelshausen: The war-god Mars sat over all Europe
Alexander Grin: A hellish nightmare, or rather a horrible reality
Alexander Grin: How a little girl stopped a world war
Alexander Grin: How two leaders ended war
Edgar Guest: The Peaceful Warriors
Jorge Guillén: The monsters have passed over
Jorge Guillén: Rest peacefully, free of our presences
Nicolás Guillén: Come, dove, come tell me the tale of your woe
Louise Imogen Guiney: The voice of Peace
Pentti Haanpää: War suits only such people as want to die
Hans Habe: Hiroshima-born realization of man’s destructibility by man
Hans Habe: John Fitzgerald Kennedy was murdered
Hermann Hagedorn: Selections against war
Hermann Hagedorn: The fourth estate turning the thoughts of our children to war
Hermann Hagedorn: How to engineer a war
Hermann Hagedorn: Leave God out of the game!
Hermann Hagedorn: Slaughter! And voices, begging shrill the merciful grace of death.
Hermann Hagedorn; There’s nothing like a war to make a man president
James Norman Hall: Broken, bleeding bodies with all their beauty gone
Hala Jean Hammond: War’s black hatred
Peter Handke: The horror unleashed by NATO’s first war
Philip M. Harding: White Feather
Thomas Hardy: Selections on war
Thomas Hardy: All-Earth-gladdening Law of Peace, war’s apology wholly stultified
Thomas Hardy: As war-waste classed
Thomas Hardy: The battle-god is god no more
Thomas Hardy: Either to raise men or lay them low
Thomas Hardy: Ever consign all Lords of War to sleep
Thomas Hardy: How long must your wroth reasonings trade on lives like these?
Thomas Hardy: The Man He Killed
Thomas Hardy: Vaster battalions press for further strands to argue in the self-same bloody mode
Thomas Hardy: War’s annals will fade into night
C. F. Harper: Song of the Battleships
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper: Selections on peace and war
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper: Do Not Cheer, Men Are Dying
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper: Furl the banners stained with blood, ’till war shall be no more
Frances Ellen Harper Watkins: Grant that peace and joy and gladness may like holy angels tread
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper: Home from war
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper: Music to soothe all sorrow till war and crime shall cease
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper: Peace till war and crime shall cease
Frank Harris: Henri Barbusse and the war against war
Charles Yale Harrison: Selections on war
Charles Yale Harrison: Bombardment, maniacal congealed hatred
Charles Yale Harrison: This is called an artillery duel
Charles Yale Harrison: War and really murdering someone
Charles Yale Harrison: War’s snarling, savage beasts
Charles Yale Harrison: War’s whispered reminder, you must come back to my howling madness
Charles Yale Harrison: We have learned who our enemies are
Ernest Hartsock: Let Mars and all his mangled mourners pass
Ernest Hartsock: Who told you God raises sons to slay them all in battle?
Jaroslav Hašek: Bathe in the blood of the enemy and slaughter them all as Herod did the babies
Jaroslav Hašek: Systematized, systematic system for writing of anticipatory war glories
Gerhart Hauptmann: American politics and warships
W. T. Hawkins: A Song of Peace
Julian Hawthorne: Why soldiers become prison guards
Nathaniel Hawthorne: Selections on war
Nathaniel Hawthorne: Did iron-hearted War itself ever do so hard and cruel a thing as this before?
Nathaniel Hawthorne on war: Drinking out of skulls till the Millennium
Nathaniel Hawthorne: Every warlike achievement involves an amount of physical and moral evil
Nathaniel Hawthorne: Slaughter’s way. No laurel wreath can wake the silent dead.
William Hazlitt: Selections on war
William Hazlitt: And this is patriotism. Practitioners of eternal war.
William Hazlitt: Difference between a war-expenditure and what ought to be a peace-establishment
William Hazlitt: Effects of war and taxes
William Hazlitt: High-priests of Moloch foam at the mouth at the name of peace
William Hazlitt: Poets outlive conquerors
William Hazlitt: Systematic patrons of eternal war
William Hazlitt: War is in itself is a thriving, sensible traffic only to cannibals
Verner von Heidenstam: The cloth versus khaki
Willi Heinrich: “It’s quite enough that I know it”
Willi Heinrich: A people proud of its war dead has learned nothing from war
Felicia Hemans: Selections on peace and war
Felicia Hemans: Say to the hurricane of war, – “Be still”
Felicia Hemans: Speak not of death, till thou hast looked on such
Felicia Hemans: A thousand voices echo “Peace!”
Felicia Hemans: Thousands doomed to moan, condemned by war to hopeless grief unknown
Felicia Hemans: War has still ravaged o’er the blasted plain
Ernest Hemingway: Selections on war
Ernest Hemingway: All armies are the same
Ernest Hemingway: Champs d’Honneur
Ernest Hemingway: Combat the murder that is war
Ernest Hemingway: “Down with the officers. Viva la Pace!”
Ernest Hemingway: “If everybody would not attack the war would be over”
Ernest Hemingway: “It doesn’t finish. There is no finish to a war.”
Ernest Hemingway: Nothing sacred about war’s stockyards
Ernest Hemingway: Perhaps wars weren’t won any more. Maybe they went on forever.
Ernest Hemingway: There are people who would make war, there are other people who would not make war
Ernest Hemingway: Who wins wars?
O. Henry: The ethics of justifiable slaughter
George Herbert: Make war to cease
Johann Gottfried von Herder: Selections on war
Johann Gottfried von Herder: Disturbing the peace of the world for domestic benefits
Johann Gottfried von Herder: Divine law ordains more doves and sheep than lions and tigers
Johann Gottfried Herder: Hardly dare name or write the terrible word “war”
Johann Gottfried Herder: Peace, not war, is the natural state of mankind
Johann Gottfried von Herder: War springs from war and gives rise to another in turn
José-Maria de Heredia: Drunk with dreams that brutal conquests bring
Miguel Hernández: Wretched Wars
Herodian: Accommodating the military, selling an empire
Herodotus: No one is fool enough to choose war instead of peace
Mary Heron: Bid brazen-throated war and discord cease
Mary Heron: Ode on the General Peace
Robert Herrick: The Olive Branch
Robert Herrick: The olive branch, the arch of peace
Alexander Herzen: Selections on the military and war
Alexander Herzen: As soon as a boy can walk, he is given a toy sword to train him to murder
Alexander Herzen: Barracks, the most inhuman condition in which men live. An exhibition of generals.
Alexander Herzen: Blood replaced by tears, the field of battle by forgotten tombs
Alexander Herzen: Chthonic passions, heathen patriotism fuel war
Alexander Herzen: Despotism means military discipline, empires mean war
Alexander Herzen: The frenzied anxiety, the exhausted satiety that lead to war
Alexander Herzen: Inhumanity of army discipline, flunky of a crowned soldier
Alexander Herzen: Middle class idyll impossible with half a million bayonets clamoring for “work”
Alexander Herzen: War and “international law”
Alexander Herzen: War, duel between nations; duel, war between individuals
Alexander Herzen: What the military calls work
Hesiod: Lamentable works of Ares lead to dank house of Hades
Maurice Hewlett: In the Trenches
Maurice Hewlett: Little do the mothers know
Maurice Hewlett: O, this war, what a glorious game!
Maurice Hewlett: Who prayeth peace?
Stefan Heym: Sure it’s a vicious circle, it’s war
Stefan Heym: The whole scene was immersed in the silence of absolute death
Stefan Heym: The world market…making new wars
Amanda M. Hicks: A Truce for the Toilers
Nazim Hikmet: Sad kind of freedom, free to be an American air base
Leslie Pinckney Hill: The patriotism of pacifism
Thomas Hobbes: Divine law is the fulfilling of peace
Thomas Hobbes: There was never such a time of war all over the world
Thomas Hobbes: War, where every man is enemy to every man
Martha Lavinia Hoffman: The Song of Peace
James Hogg: Few such monsters can mankind endure: The fields are heaped with dead and dying.
James Hogg: Millions have bled that sycophants may rule
Ludvig Holberg: Military modesty and candor
Thomas Holcroft: In wars and wretchedness I cannot say that I delight
Thomas Holcroft: Reaping vast crops of famine, sword, and fire
Friedrich Hölderlin: Celebration of Peace
Oliver Wendell Holmes: Hymn to Peace
Oliver Wendell Holmes: Not so enamored of the drum and trumpet
Homer: Caging the terrible Lord of War
Homer: The great gods are never pleased with violent deeds
Homer: Mars, most unjust, most odious of all the gods
Oles Honchar: Orchards of peace
Oles Honchar: The ponderous, stupefying word “War”
Thomas Hood: As gentle as sweet heaven’s dew beside the red and horrid drops of war
Thomas Hood: Freelance soldiering
A. D. Hope: Inscription for a War
Gerard Manley Hopkins: What pure peace allows alarms of wars?
Horace: Let there be a limit to warfare
John Horn: False Ideas About War and Peace
Ödön von Horváth: We must prepare them to be warriors. Just that.
A. E. Housman: Soldier From the Wars Returning
Julia Ward Howe: The Development of the Peace Ideal
Julia Ward Howe: Mother’s Day Proclamation 1870
William Dean Howells: Selections on war
William Deans Howells: Everyday sacrifices.”I don’t want to see any more men killed in my time.”
William Dean Howells: If we have war, every good cause will be set back
William Dean Howells to Henry James: The most stupid and causeless war
William Dean Howells: On Mark Twain and war
William Dean Howells: Spanish Prisoners of War
William Dean Howells to Mark Twain: War for humanity turned into war for coal-stations
William Dean Howells: The very name of our country implies the absence of war
William Dean Howells: War Stops Literature
William Dean Howells: Warmongers should tremble when they remember that God is just
William Dean Howells: Wilson’s Mexican war, wickeder than that of 1846
Langston Hughes: A mighty army serving human kind, not an army geared to kill
Victor Hugo: Selections on war
Victor Hugo: At last, a peaceful strain!
Victor Hugo: The black eagle waits with claws outspread
Victor Hugo: Brute war, dire birth of hellish race
Victor Hugo: Common-sense opposition to war
Victor Hugo: The face of Cain, hunters of men, sublime cutthroats
Victor Hugo: From fratricide to fraternity
Victor Hugo: Glorious war does not exist; peace, that sublime, universal desire
Victor Hugo: The history of war and the history of peace
Victor Hugo: I prefer poet to marshals’ cannonade
Victor Hugo: The inkstand is to destroy the sword
Victor Hugo: International Peace Congress 1851
Victor Hugo: Peace will supersede war, perhaps sooner than people think
Victor Hugo: The poet outlives the man of war
Victor Hugo: War, made by humanity against humanity, despite humanity
Victor Hugo: What greater aim could there be than civilization through peace?
David Hume: War’s double standards
James Huneker: Remy de Gourmont and philosophic abhorrence of war
Leigh Hunt: Captain Sword and Captain Pen
Leigh Hunt: The devilish drouth of the cannon’s ever-gaping mouth
Leigh Hunt: Some Remarks On War And Military Statesmen
Francis Hutcheson: To poets, war is impetuous, cruel, undistinguishing monster
Frank Walcott Hutt: The Peace Congress
Aldous Huxley: Selections on war
Aldous Huxley: Absurdity of talking about the defence of democracy by war
Aldous Huxley: The first of the political causes of war is war itself
Aldous Huxley: Good specimen of demoniac before World War III
Aldous Huxley: How are we to get rid of war when we celebrate militarists?
Aldous Huxley: Imposition of permanent military servitude upon the masses
Aldous Huxley: Manufacturing of arms, an intrinsically abominable practice
Aldous Huxley: Nuclear weapons, establishing world domination for one’s gang
Aldous Huxley: One cannot be ruler of militaristic society without being militarist oneself
Aldous Huxley: The organized lovelessness of war
Aldous Huxley: Puffing Billy turned into bomber loaded with white phosphorus and high explosives
Aldous Huxley: Rhetorical devices used to conceal fundamental absurdity and monstrosity of war
Aldous Huxley: The saint and the soldier
Aldous Huxley: Science, technology harnessed to the chariot of war
Aldous Huxley: Scientific workers must take action against war
Aldous Huxley: Shifting people’s attention in world where war-making remains an almost sacred habit
Aldous Huxley: Spiritual hunger cause of total wars, total wars cause of more hunger
Aldous Huxley: War breeds hatred, misery and despair, plunges world into spiritual darkness
Aldous Huxley: War is accompanied by widespread anger, hatred, pride, cruelty and fear
Aldous Huxley: War is mass murder organized in cold blood
Aldous Huxley: War is not a law of nature, nor even of human nature
Aldous Huxley: War is now the affair of every man, woman and child in the community
Aldous Huxley: The war we don’t want yet do everything to bring about
Aldous Huxley: We have to will the peace that is within our power
Joris-Karl Huysmans: An Apocalypse of wars
Elizabeth Inchbald: War, a choice of words
Jean Ingelow: And the dove said, “Give us peace!”
Jean Ingelow: Methought the men of war were even as gods
Irish writers on peace and war
Washington Irving: The laudable spirit of military emulation. Soldiers, poor animals
Washington Irving: Most pacific nation in the world? Rather the most warlike
Washington Irving: The renown not purchased by deeds of violence and blood
Isocrates: Addicted to war, lusting after imperial power
Isocrates: Engendering wars to add to ills incident to nature
Isocrates: Making peace, no matter how, better than the evils engendered by war
Isocrates: War zealots plunge state into manifold disasters
Avetik Issahakian: Eternal fabricators of war, erecting pyramids with a myriad skulls
Panaït Istrati: Warmakers and toadeaters
Italian writers on war and militarism
Jarosław Iwaszkiewicz: The word pax, pax, pax
Helen Hunt Jackson: No war in nature even during month of Mars
Henry James: Selections on war
Henry James: Empires and conquests had rolled over the globe and passed away
Henry James: No more sacrifice on the altar of war
Henry James: War, the waste of life and time and money
William James: Selections on war
William James: The horrors of a war of conquest
William James: The Moral Equivalent of War
William James: Party of civilization must oppose increase of military might
William James: The Philippine Tangle
William James: A sweet little place. One never sees a soldier.
St. James: Where do the wars among you come from?
Jules Janin: War aborts orators and writers, bears soldiers
Jules Janin: War needs blood and gold
Randall Jarrell: In bombers named for girls, we burned the cities we had learned about in school
Richard Jefferies: The raven, a fable
Robinson Jeffers: Eagle Valor, Chicken Mind
James Jennings: Reign goddess, Peace, throughout eternal years
Soame Jenyns: One good-natured act more praises gain than armies overthrown, and thousands slain
Soame Jenyns: The soldier’s scarlet glowing from afar shows his bloody occupation’s war
St. Jerome: We must seek peace if we are to avoid wars
Jerome K. Jerome: Go for a soldier
St. John Chrysostom: The Litany of Peace
Robert Underwood Johnson: The Cost
Robert Underwood Johnson: The fairest of daughters, heavenly Peace
Rossiter Johnson: Infinitely better to learn how to avert war
Rossiter Johnson: Where swell the songs thou shouldst have sung by peaceful rivers yet to flow?
Samuel Johnson: Selections on war
Samuel Johnson: I to nobler themes aspire
Samuel Johnson: Reason frowns on War’s unequal game
Samuel Johnson: The violence of war admits no distinction
Samuel Johnson: War is the extremity of evil
Mór Jókai: Bellona is a fair woman. Rain follows all battles.
Mór Jókai: In praise of naval warriors
Mór Jókai: In the soldier’s march to glory each step is a human corpse
Mór Jókai: A trifling war somewhere
Mór Jókai: War’s patriotic pelf: a slaughtered army tells no tales
Henry Jones: Bid discord cease, and open wide the gates of peace
Ben Jonson: Military arithmetic, military braggadocio
Josephus: Admonition against war
Joseph Joubert on war: All victors will be defeated
Attila József: War stirs its withering alarms, I shudder to see hatred win
Julian: Reforming the evils that war has caused
Justin: There would then assuredly be fewer wars in all ages and countries
Justin Martyr: We who formerly murdered one another now refrain from making war upon our enemies
Juvenal: Mighty warriors and their tombs are circumscribed by Fate
Juvenal: The spoils of war and the price thereof
Juvenal: War and violence, baser than the beasts
Juvenal: Weigh the greatest military commanders in the balance
Immanuel Kant: Prescription for perpetual peace
Georgi Karaslavov: War’s fratricide, how commonplace and yet how terrible
Frigyes Karinthy: Lost his mind on the battlefield, thought he knew what he was fighting for
Frigyes Karinthy: Started war of self-defense by attacking neighbor
Veniamin Kaverin: A dream of war
Yuri Kazakov: If only there was no war
Nikos Kazantzakis: Selections on war
Nikos Kazantzakis: Black news! Dread war broke out.
Nikos Kazantzakis: Blood-lapping Ares
Nikos Kazantzakis: Francis of Assisi
Nikos Kazantzakis: The maimed, blind, warped and crippled of man-eating War
Nikos Kazantzakis: Man’s history is a heavy shame of wars and tears
Nikos Kazantzakis: Strong holy weapons and spears and swords to slaughter men
John Keats: Days innocent of scathing war
John Keats: The fierce intoxicating tones of trumpets, drums and cannon
Albert Fenner Kercheval: Peace sheds her silvery light on all compass points
Joseph Kessel: In my family, war is in the blood…the blood of others
Joseph Kessel: The monstrous ululation of an air-raid siren
Joseph Kessel: War’s ultimate fratricide, killed for not killing
Ellen Key: Overcoming the madness of a world at war
Charles Kingsley: Empire, a system of world-wide robbery, and church
Charles Kingsley: Tyrannising it luxuriously over all nations, she had sat upon the mystic beast
Henry Kirke White: Far better music inspire peace than war
Henry Kirke White: The red-eyeballed warrior doomed to ruin
Hans Hellmut Kirst: Selections on war and peace
Hans Hellmut Kirst: Each thinks it’s in the right, each wants peace and only wishes to defend itself
Hans Hellmut Kirst: Goose-Stepping for NATO
Hans Hellmut Kirst: It was as if the whole world had become simply one vast graveyard
Hans Hellmut Kirst: “Just a dirty, rotten business from beginning to end”
Hans Hellmut Kirst: Nothing – absolutely nothing – can justify war
Frederic Lawrence Knowles: The New Age. The victory which is peace.
Vsevolod Kochetov: Peace is the future happiness of mankind
Vladimir Korolenko: Final judgment
Zofia Kossak: Every creature has its day. War and crocodiles.
Mykhailo Kotsiubynsky: Man the despoiler, man the slayer
Vadim Kozhevnikov: “We seized power from women and there’s been war ever since”
Karl Kraus: Aphorisms and obloquies on war
Karl Kraus: This is world war. This is my manifesto to mankind.
Karl Kraus: The evolution of humanitarian bombing
Karl Kraus: The Last Days of Mankind
Karl Kraus: War renders unto Caesar that which is God’s
Karl Kraus: In war, business is business
Karl Kraus: Wire dispatches are instruments of war
Karl Kraus: The vampire generation; prayer in wartime
Raymond Kresensky: When patriotism is pushing propaganda for war
Alexander Kuprin: Selections on war
Alexander Kuprin: Deciphering the military metaphysic
Alexander Kuprin: The human race has had its childhood – a time of incessant and bloody war
Alexander Kuprin: Mounds and mountains of corpses under which moan the dying
Jean de La Bruyère: And self-slaughtering man dares call animals brutes
La Bruyère on the lust for war
La Fontaine: When shall Peace pack up these bloody darts?
Julien Offray de La Mettrie: Wars are the plague of the human race
La Rochefoucauld: The petty causes of great wars
José-André Lacour: War’s sanguinary peacock
Jacques de Lacretelle: War’s atavistic brigands
Lactantius: Duties relating to warfare are accommodated neither to justice nor to true virtue
Lactantius: Justice had no other reason for leaving the earth than the shedding of human blood
Lactantius: Sacrificing to the gods of war
Lactantius: War, object of execration, and its domestic analogue
Pär Lagerkvist: If such a thing as war can end
Selma Lagerlöf: The Fifth Commandment. The Great Beast is War.
Selma Lagerlöf: The mark of death was on them all
Alphonse de Lamartine: Mercenaries, taking others’ lives for hire
Lamartine: The republic of peace
Charles Lamb: More-wasting War, insatiable of blood
Wilhelm Lamszus: The Human Slaughter-House
Walter Savage Landor: Some stopped revenge athirst for slaughter
Sidney Lanier: Selections on war
Sidney Lanier: Blood-red flower of war, whose odors strangle a people, whose roots are in hell
Sidney Lanier: Dialogue on the war-flower
Sidney Lanier: War by other means
Sidney Lanier: The wind blew all the vanes in the country in one way – toward war
Lao Tzu: In war man sinks from his higher to his lower nature
Jean Lartéguy: What is a monster? The man who starts a war, whichever side he’s on.
Latin American writers on war and peace
D. H. Lawrence: Selections on war
D.H. Lawrence: All modern militarism is foul
D.H. Lawrence: Future War, Murderous Weapons, Refinements of Evil
D. H. Lawrence: If they do not kill him in this war
D.H. Lawrence: In 1915 the world ended with the slaughter-machine of human devilishness
D. H. Lawrence: No romance of war. The soul did not heal.
D.H. Lawrence: The price to pay at home for terrible, terrible war
D.H. Lawrence: War adds horror to horror, becomes horrible piratic affair, dirty sort of freebooting
Henry Lawson: And all the nations of the world prepare for war again!
Halldór Laxness: There are ideals in war too, slaughtering men by the million
Halldór Laxness: Three questions about war on earth and in heaven
J.M.G. Le Clézio: This is what war is
Richard Le Gallienne: Selections on war
Richard Le Gallienne: Christ at Notre Dame: abhorred be they who ever draw again the sword
Richard Le Gallienne: The Illusion of War
Richard Le Gallienne: Is this to be strong, ye nations, your vulgar battles to fight?
Richard Le Gallienne: A nation is merely a big fool with an army
Richard Le Gallienne: Poetry and war
Richard Le Gallienne: The Rainbow
Stephen Leacock: In the Good Time After the War
Stephen Leacock: Merry Christmas.
Stephen Leacock: The war mania of middle age and embonpoint
Stephen Leacock: War-Time Christmas
Vernon Lee: Satan’s rules of war
Lily Alice Lefevre: The Bridge of Peace
Derrick Norman Lehmer: Militarism
Marie Lenéru: War is not human fate
William Ellery Leonard: The Pied Piper
Leonid Leonov: All the blood that has been shed has turned the air bad
Leonid Leonov: Tell me, is it right to kill – in war or anyhow?
Mikhail Lermontov: Still you’re fighting: Why, what for?
Gaston Leroux: Poet and soldier
Alain-René Lesage: A military braggart and his opposite
Doris Lessing: With war every event has the quality of war, nothing of peace remains
Charles Lever: The self-serving drunken oblivion of war
George Henry Lewes: Goethe, Child of Peace
George Henry Lewes: Goethe on war: how could I write songs of hatred without hating?
C. S. Lewis: The folly and danger of noble and humanitarian war
Sinclair Lewis: Selections on war
Sinclair Lewis: Can’t depend on Providence to supply wars when you need them
Sinclair Lewis: The democracy of death
Sinclair Lewis: The disguised increase, false economizing of war budgets
Sinclair Lewis: Don’t much care what kind of war they prepare for
Sinclair Lewis: General: State of peace far worse than war
Sinclair Lewis: Inevitable war with Canada, Mexico, Russia, Cuba, Japan, or perhaps Staten Island
Sinclair Lewis: It Can(‘t) Happen Here
Sinclair Lewis: Other Unavoidable Wars to End All Wars
Sinclair Lewis: Pining for a good war
Libanius: Rulers more popular for granting mercy than possessing multitudes of soldiers
Libanius: War in time of peace
Isabella Lickbarrow: Invocation To Peace
Jack Lindsay: Who Will Dare Look This Child in the Eyes?
Vachel Lindsay: Speak Now for Peace
Vachel Lindsay: Tolstoi, that angel of peace
Vachel Lindsay: The Unpardonable Sin
Martha Shepard Lippincott: Nations now for mammon fight
Martha Shepard Lippincott: Peace on Earth
Martha Shepard Lippincott: Shame will fall upon us for barbarous deeds of war
Livy: On the political utility of starting unprovoked wars
Livy: Waging war against all rights human and divine
John Locke: State of war and state of nature are opposites
William J. Locke: Following war
William J. Locke: I’m good at killing things, I ought to have been a soldier
William J. Locke: Life in its fullness and glory, war’s orgies of horror
Jack London: Some day all men will counsel peace. No man will slay his fellow. All men will plant.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Forevermore, forevermore, the reign of violence is o’er!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: I am weary of your quarrels, weary of your wars and bloodshed
Federico García Lorca: War goes crying with a million gray rats
Pierre Loti: Burying poor young soldiers all guiltless of the mad adventure
Jean-Baptiste Louvet de Couvray: What is called the grand art of war
Samuel Lover: The demon of war casts his shadows before
Samuel Lover: The trumpet and the sword
Amy Lowell: A pattern called a war. Christ! What are patterns for?
James Russell Lowell: Selections on war and peace
James Russell Lowell: Dante and universal peace
James Russell Lowell: The military qualifications of a prospective president
James Russell Lowell: Uncle Sam presents his bill for war
James Russell Lowell: A war supporter’s credo
Lu Hsün: Ballads among bushes of bayonets, hungry dove amid crumbling walls
Lucan: Over all the world you are victorious and your soldiers die
Lucian: Rejecting war’s seductive appeal
Lucian: The source of civic strife and war
Lucian: War propaganda and its hyperbole
Lucretius: Lull to a timely rest the savage works of war
Emil Ludwig: Dialogue on “humanitarian war”
Lycophron: Ares, who banquets in gory battles
Ernest Neal Lyon: A Dream of Peace
Lysias: Those who wage war imitate tyrants
Thomas Macaulay: Drive for transatlantic dominion leads to endless wars, empty treasuries
Thomas Macaulay: Loving war for its own sake
Thomas Macaulay: The self-perpetuating role of the army
Hugh MacDiarmid: A war to save civilization, you say?
George MacDonald: War-cry of every opinion. Battle of the dead.
Machado de Assis: Let the reader decide between the soldier and the priest
Charles Mackay: Awake the song of peace!
Charles Mackay: Hung the sword in the hall, the spear on the wall
Charles Mackay: War in all men’s eyes shall be a monster of iniquity
Archibald MacLeish: The disastrous war, the silent slain
Maurice Maeterlinck: Bloodshed, battle-cry and sword-thrust are the joys of barbarians
Antonine Maillet: One day war got declared
Antonine Maillet: That’s enough to give you some idea of what war is
Antonine Maillet: War succeeding war
Antonine Maillet: When are the soldiers are dead, bombs dropped, maybe we’ll have some peace
Joseph de Maistre: The soldier and the executioner
Nicolas Malebranch: Ignorance, brutality and training for war
André Malraux: Do you think that the army budget is meant to pay for war?
Elizar Maltsev: Suddenly people would discover that there was no war at all
Albert Maltz: A children’s wartime bestiary
Albert Maltz: Conquering the world but losing your son
Albert Maltz: “Ten thousand dead today. That’s what the war means.”
Bernard Mandeville: How to induce men to kill and die
André Pieyre de Mandiargues: Mercy and Peace squares
Heinrich Mann: Mission of letters in a world in rubble with 10 million corpses underground
Heinrich Mann: Nietzsche, war and the butchery of ten to twenty million souls
Heinrich Mann: “No! The less force exercised in the world the better!”
Heinrich Mann: Nowadays the real power is peace
Klaus Mann: The whole country was transformed into an armed camp
Thomas Mann: Selections on war
Thomas Mann: By nature evil and harmful, war is destructive even to the victor
Thomas Mann: Dirge for a homeland wasted by war
Thomas Mann: Parallel, oracle and warning
Thomas Mann: Tolstoy, a force that could have stopped war
Thomas Mann: War is a blood-orgy of egotism, corruption, and vileness
Thomas Mann: William Faulkner’s love for man, protest against militarism and war
Frederic Manning: Blow, wind! Drown the senseless thunder of the guns.
Frederic Manning: Shells hounding through air athirst for blood
Frederic Manning: The Trenches
Frederic Manning: The very mask of God, broken
Alessandro Manzoni: The havoc of war devastated the state
Gabriel Marcel: Modern war is sin itself, the suicide of the human race
Gabriel Marcel: War depersonalizes enemy, dehumanizes self
Gabriel Marcel: War is disaster from which no counterbalancing advantage can be reaped
Marcus Aurelius: Military conquests lead but to the grave
Paul and Victor Margueritte: Selections on war
Paul and Victor Margueritte: Ah! war, the horrible, odious thing!
Paul and Victor Margueritte: At the idea of war his heart was filled with disgust
Paul and Victor Margueritte: An indefinite feeling of fraternity seized him
Paul and Victor Margueritte: The masses voted for peace but were given war
Paul and Victor Margueritte: Should war break out, he also might disappear
Jacques Maritain: What good one can expect from such a war and its pitiless prolongation?
Edwin Markham: Peace Over Africa
Edwin Markham: Semiramis, the conqueror
Georgi Markov: War is a glutton. Its terrible hunger is never sated.
Christopher Marlowe: Accurs’d be he that first invented war!
Christopher Marlowe: Parricide and filicide. While lions war, poor lambs perish.
José Martí: Oscar Wilde on war and aesthetics
Martial: Let the mad be eager for wars and fierce Mars
Roger Martin du Gard: Selections on war
Roger Martin du Gard: From Nobel Prize in Literature speech
Roger Martin du Gard: All the pageantry of war cannot redeem its beastliness
Roger Martin du Gard: “Anything rather than the madness, the horrors of a war!”
Roger Martin du Gard: Be loyal to yourselves, reject war
Roger Martin du Gard: Deliberately infecting a country with war neurosis
Roger Martin du Gard: “Drop your rifles. Revolt!”
Roger Martin du Gard: General strike for peace
Roger Martin du Gard: A hundredth part of energy expended in war could have preserved peace
Roger Martin du Gard: How make active war on war?
Roger Martin du Gard: Nothing worse than war and all it involves
Roger Martin du Gard: Romain Rolland
Roger Martin du Gard: A thousand times more honor in preserving peace than waging war
Roger Martin du Gard: Tragedy of war, like that of Oedipus, occurs because warnings are ignored
Roger Martin du Gard: War breeds atmosphere of lies, officials lies
Roger Martin du Gard: War’s “serviceable lie” costs tens of thousands of lives
Andrew Marvell: War all this doth overgrow
Andrew Marvell: When roses only arms might bear
E. P. Marvin: War Disenchanted
Caroline Atherton Mason: Enemy, oh, let our warfare cease!
William Mason: Il Pacifico: Joys that peace inspires
Gerald Massey: Curst, curst be war, the World’s most fatal glory!
Gerald Massey: Sweet peace comes treading down war’s cruel spears
Philip Massinger: Famine, blood, and death, Bellona’s pages
Philip Massinger: Mustn’t change ploughshares into swords
Edgar Lee Masters: “The honor of the flag must be upheld”
Edgar Lee Masters: The Philippine Conquest
Edgar Lee Masters: The words, Pro Patria, what do they mean, anyway?
Guy de Maupassant: Selections on war
Guy de Maupassant: The Horrible
Guy de Maupassant: How and why wars are plotted
Guy de Maupassant: I only pray that our sons may never see any wars again
Guy de Maupassant: Military hysteria, military presumptuousness
Guy de Maupassant: Why does society not rise up bodily in rebellion at the word “war”?
Francois Mauriac: The Bloody Dawn of Peace
Peter Maurin: Disarmament of the heart
André Maurois: The killing machine started up with pitiless smoothness
Vladimir Mayakovsky: Hurl a question to their faces: Why are we fighting?
John McGovern: War: three letters, fifty million plunged into worst misfortune
Thomas McGrath: Against the False Magicians
Thomas McGrath: All the Dead Soldiers
Thomas McGrath: Nocturne Militaire
Thomas McGrath: Ode for the American Dead in Asia
Thomas McGrath: Senators mine our lives for another war
Grenville Mellen: The Lonely Bugle Grieves
Grenville Mellen: Slaughter rides screaming on the vengeful ball
Herman Melville: Selections on peace and war
Herman Melville: All the cruel carnal glory wrought out by naval heroes
Herman Melville: Characterological drawback of consorting with cannon
Herman Melville: Gaining glory by a distinguished slaughtering of their fellow-men
Herman Melville: How can a religion of peace flourish in a castle of war?
Herman Melville: In the solace of the Truce of God, the Calumet has come
Herman Melville: Minister of the Prince of Peace serving the God of War
Herman Melville: Soldier or sailor, the fighting man is but a fiend
Herman Melville: Trophies of Peace
Herman Melville: War-pits and rattraps. Soldier sold to the army as Faust sold himself to the devil.
Herman Melville: When shall the time come, how much longer will God postpone it?
Albert Memmi: So the war had caught up with us, a celebration in honor of death
Menander: Inglorious military vainglory
H.L. Mencken: New wars will bring about an unparalleled butchery of men
Louis Sebastian Mercier: Selections on war and peace
Louis Sebastien Mercier: Peaceful heroism far outweighs warlike heroism
Louis Sebastien Mercier: Preemptive cure for desire to wage war
Louis Sebastien Mercier: The torch of war, once extinguished, will never more be relumined
Louis Sebastien Mercier: War dishonors a state as robbery dishonors a private individual
George Meredith: Selections on peace and war
George Meredith: All your gains from War resign
George Meredith: Bellona’s mad halloo
George Meredith: Nations at war are wild beasts
George Meredith: The Olive Branch
George Meredith: On the Danger of War
George Meredith: Think war the finest subject for poets?
George Meredith: War wife, as good as widowed
George Meredith: War’s rivers of blood no crown for future generations
George Meredith: Women and war
Dmitry Merezhkovsky: His God is not at all the God of the Christians, but the ancient, pagan Mars
Prosper Mérimée: Commemorating the heroes of war
Prosper Mérimée: To the shame of humanity, horrors of war have their charm
Robert Merle: The present war, and all the previous wars, and all the wars to come
Robert Merle: There’s no such thing as a just or sacred war
Thomas Merton: Simone Weil and why nations go to war
Lillian Rozell Messenger: Seeking a new world of peace
Lillian Rozell Messenger: Why this feast of shells each day, the fury, blood and wail of war?
Conrad Ferdinand Meyer, Arnold Schoenberg: Peace on Earth
Alice Meynell: The true slayers are those who sire soldiers
Jules Michelet: My book is a book of peace
Adam Mickiewicz: The transient glory of military conquerors
Thomas Middleton: Selections on peace and war
Thomas Middleton: All made to make a peace, and not a war
Thomas Middleton: Blood-quaffing Mars, who wash’d himself in gore
Thomas Middleton: Let them that seek Peace, find Peace and enjoy Peace
Thomas Middleton: O thrice-peaceful souls, whom neither threats nor strife nor wars controls!
Thomas Middleton: The Peacemaker
Thomas Middleton: The soldier’s fate
Ephraïm Mikhaël: Why have not my brethren of the army known the dream of God?
Edna St. Vincent Millay: Conscientious Objector
Edna St. Vincent Millay: Lament
Pierre Mille: I’ve killed a man! You must turn away from me, for I’ve killed a man!
Emily Huntington Miller: Hymn of Peace
Joaquin Miller: The People’s Song of Peace
John Milton: Men levy cruel wars, wasting the earth, each other to destroy
John Milton: No war or battle’s sound was heard the world around
John Milton: What can war but endless war still breed?
John Milton: Without ambition, war, or violence
Minucius Felix: War and the birth of empire
Octave Mirbeau: Selections on war
Octave Mirbeau: To the Soldiers of all Countries
Octave Mirbeau: War, apprenticeship in man-killing
Gabriela Mistral: Dance of Peace
Ruth Comfort Mitchell: He Went for a Soldier
Mary Russell Mitford: Sheath thy gory blade in peace
Harriet Monroe: Over me wash the seas of war
Charles Edward Montague: Selections on war and its aftermath
Charles Edward Montague; Aloof, detached officers lead to thousands of little brown bundles
Charles Edward Montague: The disconcerting bombs of Christian pacifism
Charles Edward Montague: Post-war prescription for peace
Charles Edward Montague: War must first slay natural sentiment of brotherhood
Charles Edward Montague: War propaganda leaves bill to be settled in peacetime
Charles Edward Montague: War’s demoralization
Montaigne: Blood on the sword: From slaughter of animals to slaughter of men
Montaigne: The ignominy of lopsided military conquest
Montaigne: Invasion concerns all men; not so defense: that concerns only the rich
Montaigne: It is enough to dip our pens in ink without dipping them in blood
Montaigne: Monstrous war waged for frivolous reasons
Montaigne: This furious monster war
Montaigne: War, that malady of mankind
Eugenio Montale: Poetry in an era of nuclear weapons and Doomsday atmosphere
Hubert Monteilhet: Empire’s mercenaries will devour the metropolis
Hubert Monteilhet: Slain by their own swords
Montesquieu: Distemper of militarism brings nothing but public ruin
Montesquieu: Military glory leads to torrents of blood overspreading the earth
Montesquieu: Wars abroad aggravate conflicts at home
James Montgomery: Selections on war and peace
James Montgomery: Farewell to War
James Montgomery: Fratricidal war speeds on inexorability of Death
James Montgomery: The poet tracks not the warrior’s fiery road
James Montgomery: ‘Twas but a dream. But one word found utterance – “Peace, peace! peace!”
James Montgomery: War, that self-inflicted scourge of man
Robert Montgomery: Field of Death
Henry de Montherlant: A constant state of crime against humanity
Henry de Montherlant: We too are widows
William Vaughn Moody: Bullet’s scream went wide of its mark to its homeland’s heart
George Moore: Murder pure and simple, impossible to revive the methods of Tamburlaine
George Moore: War and disillusionment
Marianne Moore: I must fight till I have conquered in myself what causes war
Thomas Moore: No trophies but of Love
Paul Morand: The magic disappearance of ten millions of war dead
Paul Morand: Nations never lay down their arms; death which is still combative
Paul Morand: The War for Righteousness ends in the burying of moral sense
Paul Morand: You did not believe in the war
Marcel Moreau: Children playing at war, the actual weapon of a crime
Alberto Moravia: Selections on war
Alberto Moravia: “Ah well, war is war, you know”
Alberto Moravia: Even in uniform and with a chest covered with medals, always a thief and a murderer
Alberto Moravia: That is what war is like, the war is everywhere
Alberto Moravia: Torn colored posters inciting people to war
Alberto Moravia: War destroys all things seen and unseen
Alberto Moravia: War survives in our souls long after it is over
Thomas More: Battles result from lust for fame and glory
Angela Morgan: Selections on war and peace
Angela Morgan: For the moment’s red renown. Battle Cry of the Mothers.
Angela Morgan: God prays for peace
Angela Morgan: In Spite of War
Angela Morgan: Mothers “Go, fashion the Future’s laws that war shall be no more”
Angela Morgan: Tell us the battlefields have lied, that men are still immaculate
Angela Morgan: War! Shall you be our lover? War! Shall you be our mate?
Angela Morgan: Whether to yield in meekness to War’s devouring curse
Charles Morice: Woe to you enemies of peace
Christopher Morley: Humanity’s most beautiful gift, Peace
Christopher Morley: No enthusiasm for hymns of hate
Christopher Morley: War, how many aeons lost
Jean Lewis Morris: A Patriot I!
Lewis Morris: Selections on war and peace
Lewis Morris: The blight of war surges in waves of blood
Lewis Morris: The evil blight of war torments the race from age to age
Lewis Morris: Filled with love of peace
Lewis Morris: Put off the curse of war
Lewis Morris: Red war, the dungeon, and the stake
Lewis Morris: When the cannons roar and the trumpets blare no longer
Lewis Morris: White-winged Peace triumphs over War’s red rapine
Lewis Morris: Who will free us from the dreadful past of war and hatred?
Lewis Morris: The world rang with the fierce shouts of war and cries of pain
William Morris: No man knew the sight of blood
William Morris: The role of soldiers and how they will disappear
William Morris: War abroad but no peace at home
Philip Stafford Moxom: The Palace of Peace
Sergei Mstislavsky: Germ warfare of the future
Luise Mühlbach: Battle-field writes names of its heroes in blood
Iris Murdoch: The soldiers should all just throw down their arms
Iris Murdoch: You don’t have to kill people fighting for social justice
John Middleton Murry: Selections on peace and war
John Middleton Murry: The choice, democracy or modern warfare
John Middleton Murry: For England, peace or destruction
John Middleton Murry: The machine of war
John Middleton Murry: Modern warfare is the deliberate massacre of the innocents
John Middleton Murry: The morality of bombing civilians is not arithmetic
John Middleton Murry: Non-intervention versus the universal peace of universal destruction
John Middleton Murry: The pacifism of luxury and the pacifism of sacrifice
John Middleton Murry: Weapons of modern war involve bestialization of humanity
Alfred de Musset: “No, none of these things, but simply peace.”
Lilika Nakos: Selections on war
Lilika Nakos: The dead man, the living, the house; all were smashed to bits
Lilika Nakos: Do I know what makes men kill each other?
Lilika Nakos: Do you think the war will ever end?
Lilika Nakos: The grandmother’s sin
Lilika Nakos: “Surely God didn’t intend this butchery”
Lilika Nakos: “What’s the war got to do with God?”
Thomas Nashe: Swords may not fight with fate
George Jean Nathan: Clarence Darrow on the spurious and futile heroism of war
Robert Nathan: Harder to make peace than to make war
Pablo Neruda: Bandits with planes, jackals that the jackals would despise
Alfred Neumann: Selections on war
Alfred Neumann: Debunking the glory of twenty murderous years, the greatest mass-murderer in history
Alfred Neumann: Empire destroys peace, converts liberalism into harvest of blood
Alfred Neumann: European hegemony emerges from piled-up corpses, out of recent graves
Alfred Neumann: Four thousand miles of fratricidal murder
Alfred Neumann: Modern war, the murderous happiness of the greatest number
Alfred Neumann: The morals and manners of the War God
Alfred Neumann: Sacred recalcitrance toward the black hatred of war
Alfred Neumann: The stench of burning flesh. That happens sometimes.
Alfred Neumann: Ten million lives for one man’s glory; the emperor changes his hat
Alfred Neumann: Twilight of a conqueror
Alfred Neumann: The ultima ratio of all dictatorships: war
Alfred Neumann: War and the stock market
Alfred Neumann: War, the Great Incendiary, the everlasting prototype of annihilation
Alfred Neumann: War is not ambiguous after all, but a horribly intelligent affair
Alfred Neumann: The War Minister
Alfred Neumann: War nights were never silent
Alfred Neumann: War: Sad, hate-filled, hopeless and God-forsaken
Alfred Neumann: War’s arena, a monstrous distortion, a blasphemous coupling of life and death
Martin Andersen Nexø : From warlike giant to hysterical popinjay
Pierre Nicole: Peacemakers warrant highest title men are capable of
Pierre Nicole: Scripture obliges us to seek and desire the peace of the whole world
Adela Florence Nicolson: Doubtless feasted the jackal and the kite
Roger Nimier: Selections on war
Roger Nimier: I saw war in its stark reality
Roger Nimier: Soldiers are like that
Roger Nimier: Thankful for divine justice: a horrible wound rewarded me for all the harm I had done
Roger Nimier: Those who fall in love with war will surely die in her arms
Paul Nizan: War completely assembled, like a mighty engine
Nobel prize in literature recipients on peace and war
Charles Nodier: Fruitless is the glory of battles
Charles Nodier: Painful to the eyes and the heart of he who cherishes liberty
Nonnos: Brother-murdering blade. Disarming the god of war.
Grace Fallow Norton: O I have heard the drums beat for war!
Evgeny Nosov: What a single shell destroys
Novalis: Celebrating a great banquet of love as a festival of peace
Alfred Noyes: Selections on war
Alfred Noyes: And the cost of war, they reckoned it In little disks of gold
Alfred Noyes: The Dawn of Peace
Alfred Noyes: Medicine driven back in defeat by the nightmare chaos of war
Alfred Noyes: Out of the obscene seas of slaughter
Alfred Noyes: Scarecrows that once were men
Alfred Noyes: A shuddering lump of tattered wounds lifted up a mangled head and whined
Alfred Noyes: Slaughter! Slaughter! Slaughter!
Alfred Noyes: They say that war’s a noble thing!
Alfred Noyes: Turning wasteful strength of war to accomplish large and fruitful tasks of peace
Alfred Noyes: The Victory Ball
Alfred Noyes: War, hypocritical word for universal murder
Alfred Noyes: War they tell me is a noble thing
Alfred Noyes: When they talked of war, they thought of sawdust, not of blood
Sara Louisa Oberholtzer: The dawn of peace is breaking!
Sean O’Casey: Battles of war changed for battles of peace
Sean O’Casey: The dead of wars past clasp their colder arms around the newer dead
Sean O’Casey: The Prince of Peace transformed into the god of war
Vladimir Odoevsky: City without a name, system with one
Kenzaburō Ōe: Categorical imperative to renounce war forever
Kenzaburo Ōe: Nuclear war and its lemmings
Liam O’Flaherty: The foul horror of war
Liam O’Flaherty: Sounds from a dead world. Nothing but worms and rats feeding on death.
Georges Ohnet: Better to erect statues to those who preserve than those who take life
Georges Ohnet: Pillaging in the wake of victorious armies
Georges Ohnet: The thunderbolt of war
Zoé Oldenbourg: War provides a feast for the vultures
John Oldham: The cup and the sword
Eugene O’Neill: The hell that follows war
E. Philips Oppenheim: Black tragedy leaned over the land
Amelia Opie: Grant, Heaven, those tears may be the last that war, detested war, shall cause!
Origen: Vanquish all demons who stir up war
Charles d’Orléans: Pray for Peace
Julio Ortega: The fall of the great warrior empires
George Orwell: Kipling and glorifying the horrors of war
Frances Sargent Osgood: Peace and the olive branch
Ovid: Selections on war and peace
Ovid: Add incense, ye priests, to the flames that burn on the altar of Peace
Ovid: Golden Age, before weapons were warm and bloodstained from killing
Ovid: I had naught to do with war, guardian was I of peace and doorways
Ovid: Instead of a wolf the timorous ewes dread war
Ovid: Pray for perpetual peace and a peace-loving leader
Wildred Owen: Selections on war
Wilfred Owen: Arms and the Boy and Disabled
Wilfred Owen: From gloom’s last dregs these long-strung creatures crept
Wilfred Owen: Multitudinous murders they once witnessed
Wilfred Owen: The Parable of the Old Man and the Young
Wilfred Owen: Pawing us who dealt them war and madness
Wildred Owen: Rushed in the body to enter hell and there out-fiending all its fiends and flames
Wilfred Owen: The sons we offered might regret they died if we got nothing lasting in their stead
Wildred Owen: Strange meeting: I am the enemy you killed, my friend
John Oxenham: The Stars’ Accusal
John Oxenham: Thank God For Peace!
Thomas Parnell: Lovely, lasting peace, appear!
Blaise Pascal on war: An assassin if he kills in his own country, a hero if in another
Blaise Pascal: Archimedes shared discoveries, didn’t fight battles
Blaise Pascal: Observations on the causes of war
Blaise Pascal: Why kings go to war
Walter Pater: What are they all now, and the dust of their battles? Deity of Slaughter.
Coventry Patmore: Peace in life and art
Pausanias: Peace cradling Wealth in her arms
Konstantin Paustovsky: All conquerors are mad
Konstantin Paustovsky: Cervantes slain in war
Cesare Pavese: Every war is a civil war
Cesare Pavese: A moment of peace, to be reborn into a bloodless world
Josephine Preston Peabody: Harvest Moon
Thomas Love Peacock: Selections on war and peace
Thomas Love Peacock: Frenzied war’s ensanguined reign
Thomas Love Peacock: The god of battle, the last deep groan of agony
Thomas Love Peacock: I’ll make my verses rattle with the din of war and battle
Thomas Love Peacock: Ne’er thy sweet echoes swell again with war’s demoniac yell!
Charles Péguy: Cursed be war, cursed of God
Benjamin Péret: Little song for the maimed
Benito Pérez Galdós: Cannon should be cast into church bells
Benito Pérez Galdós: Good God! why are there wars?
Fernando Pessoa: War afflicting the world with its squadrons
Petrarch: Return, O heaven-born Peace!
Petrarch: Wealth and power at a bloody rate is wicked, better bread and water eat with peace
David Graham Phillips: Captains of industry, industrial warfare, marauders and renegade generals
David Graham Phillips: Hate war and fightin’ and money grabbin’
Stephen Phillips: Appalled at bloody trophies
Philo: “Ah, my friends, how should you not hate war and love peace?”
Philo: Casting off the warlike spirit in its completeness
Philo: “Nourished” for war and all its attendant evils
Giovanni Pico della Mirandola: Holy peace wherein men become angels
Mariano Picón-Salas: From dream of warlike soldiers to nightmare of flames and ashes
John Pierpont: Not on the Battle-Field
Pindar: Shall war spread unbounded ruin round?
Harold Pinter: Art, Truth and Politics
Plato: All wars arise for the sake of gaining money
Plato: A good city has peace, but the evil city is full of wars within and without
Plato: The highest good is not war but peace
Plato: No true statesman looks only, or first of all, to external warfare
Plato: Socrates on the eulogizing of war heroes
Plato: They both hate and are hated. Silver and gold and war.
Plato: The tyrant is always stirring up war, the oligarchy uses force of arms to gain power
Andrei Platonov: Will the world become inured to bombing?
Pliny the Elder: Crime and slaughter and warfare. Humanity’s war against its mother
Pliny the Elder: Curious disease of the sublunary, sanguinary human mind
Plotinus: Let earth be at peace and sea, air and the very heavens
Max Plowman: The dead soldiers. Killing men is always killing God.
Max Plowman: The Goddess of War
Max Plowman: Resignation from war, enlistment in life. Killing men is always killing God.
Joseph Mary Plunkett: Till blooms the bud on olive branch, borne by the bird of peace
Plutarch: Selections on war and peace
Plutarch: Culture benefits the family, city, nation, whole human race more than war
Plutarch: Entire and universal cessation of war
Plutarch: Instruct not by examples from war
Plutarch: Lover of peace changed the first month of the year
Plutarch: Motivations and consequences of war
Plutarch: Numa’s guardians of peace
Plutarch: On war and its opponents
Plutarch: The privilege of being wounded and killed in war for the defense of their creditors
Plutarch: That God sanctions wars
Plutarch: Venus, who more than the rest of the gods and goddesses abhors force and war
Edgar Allan Poe: The Valley of Unrest
Polybius: The bestialization of man by war
Polybius: Diplomacy versus war
Polybius: Peace is a blessing for which we all pray to the gods
Polybius: Why war is really waged
Ernest Poole: Apply for death certificates here. War’s house of death.
Ernest Poole: War cuts off the past from the future
Ernest Poole: War was the fashion. War was a pageant, a thing of romance.
Alexander Pope: Peace o’er the world her olive wand extend
Alexander Pope: War, horrid war, your thoughtful walks invades
Alexander Pope: Where Peace scatters blessings from her dovelike wing
Jessie Pope: Black, solemn peace is brooding low; peace, still unbroken
Anthony Powell: The war blew the whole bloody thing up
John Cowper Powys: To Eugene Debs, in prison for opposing war
Vladimir Pozner: Mars and Ceres
Winthrop Mackworth Praed: Take the sword away
George Preedy: One gigantic symbol of war, a cloudy impersonal cohort of Mars
J.B. Priestley: Insane regress of ultimate weapons leads to radioactive cemetery
Thomas Pringle: After the slaughter, the feast
Thomas Pringle: Resistless swept the ranks of war, the murder-glutted scythe of death
Matthew Prior: A new golden age free from fierce Bellona’s rage
Adelaide A. Procter: Let carnage cease and give us peace!
Marcel Proust: Every day war is declared anew
Prudentius: Cruel warfare angers God
Publilius Syrus: Better plow than weapon
Samuel von Pufendorf: Perverted animals wage wars for superfluities
Hester Pulter: Must the sword this controversy decide?
Alexander Pushkin: Unsparing war
Salvatore Quasimodo: In every country a cultural tradition opposes war
Francisco de Quevedo: Metal against metal: Learning causes peace to be sought after
Francisco de Quevedo: The soldierly virtues of ardor, candor, honor and valor
Arthur Quiller-Couch: Man shall outlast his battles
Quintilian: War, the antithesis of justice
Quintus Smyrnaeus: Ares and his sister maddened there
Quintus Smyrnaeus: Mass murder’s tropes: Dread Ares drank his fill of blood
Quintus Smyrnaeus: While here all war’s marvels were portrayed, there were the works of lovely peace
François Rabelais: Born for peace, not war
François Rabelais: The magnanimity of peace
François Rabelais: Strictures against war
François Rabelais: Waging war in good earnest
C.F. Ramuz: Little by little the war spreads
Herbert Read: Bombing Casualties
Herbert Read: The Happy Warrior
Charles Reade: To God? Rather to war and his sister and to the god of lies
Charles Reade: War is sweet to those who have never experienced it
Thomas Reid: State of nature versus state of war
Frank C. Reighter: Victim of War’s murd’rous tyranny
Erich Maria Remarque: Selections on war
Erich Maria Remarque: After the war: The day of great dreams for the future of mankind was past
Erich Maria Remarque: The front begins and we become on the instant human animals
Erich Maria Remarque: It is the moaning of the world, it is the martyred creation
Erich Maria Remarque: Like a dove, a lonely white dove of assurance and peace
Erich Maria Remarque: Now, for the first time, I feel it; I see it; I comprehend it fully: Peace.
Erich Maria Remarque: On every yard there lies a dead man
Erich Maria Remarque: War dreams
Erich Maria Remarque: The war has ruined us for everything
Erich Maria Remarque: War, mass production of corpses
Erich Maria Remarque: War turns us into thugs, into murderers, into God only knows what devils
Erich Maria Remarque: A war veteran’s indictment
Erich Maria Remarque: War was everywhere. Everywhere, even in the brain and the heart.
Erich Maria Remarque: War’s conqueror worms
Erich Maria Remarque: We want to be men again, not war machines!
Erich Maria Remarque: We were making war against ourselves without knowing it
Erich Maria Remarque: What do they expect of us if a time ever comes when the war is over?
Erich Maria Remarque: With the melting came the dead
Erich Maria Remarque: Worse than a slaughterhouse
Ernest Renan: No military path to the kingdom of God
Jules Renard: Almost succeed in making you accept the butcheries of war
Jean Renoir: War’s solemn human sacrifice
Ernest Rhys: Enough of war, enough of death
Elmer Rice: The expediency of choosing the right side in a war
Charles Richardson: The Dawn of Peace
Charlotte Richardson: Once more let war and discord cease
Clément Richer: The impatience of dead generals
Jean Paul Richter: The arch of peace
Jean Paul Richter: The fathers of war
Jean Paul Richter: The Goddess of Peace
Edgell Rickword: Winter Warfare
James Whitcomb Riley: Sang! sang on! sang hate – sang war –
Rainer Maria Rilke: War is always a prison
Marilynne Robinson: The sign was ignored and since then we have had war continuously
Mary Robinson: Selections on war
Mary Robinson: Anticipate the day when ruthless war shall cease to desolate
Mary Robinson: Dread-destructive power of war
Mary Robinson: Impetuous War, the lord of slaughter
Mary Robinson: The soldier sheds, for gold, a brother’s blood
Mary Robinson: Spread once more the fostering rays of Peace
Mary Robinson: The wise shall bid, too late, the sacred olive rise
Emmanuel Roblès: Respect is first due to the living
Emmanuel Roblès: The war has changed my soul
Samuel Rogers: War and the Great in War let others sing
Samuel Rogers: What tho’ the iron school of War erase each milder virtue…
Romain Rolland: Selections on war
Romain Rolland: A father’s plea against war
Romain Rolland: The abominable war crimes of intellectuals
Romain Rolland: Above The Battle
Romain Rolland: America and the war against war
Romain Rolland: Ara Pacis and Ave, Caesar, Morituri Te Salutant
Romain Rolland: Centuries to recreate what war destroys in a day
Romain Rolland: Chorus of war’s secular high priests and intellectual carpet knights
Romain Rolland: Civilized warfare allows victims choice of how to be slaughtered
Romain Rolland: The collective insanity, the terrible spirit of war
Romain Rolland: Content with having said “No!” to war
Romain Rolland: The enormous iniquity, the ignoble calculations of war
Romain Rolland: The equivocating sages of Armed Peace
Romain Rolland: Gandhi and the Satanic nature of war
Romain Rolland: Gandhi vs Einstein: War must be stopped before it starts
Romain Rolland: Hatred and holy butchery; the deadly sophistry, carnivorous poetry of war
Romain Rolland: He loathed brutal militarism
Romain Rolland: The heroism of war resisters
Romain Rolland: The intellectual drunkeness of war propaganda
Romain Rolland on Henri Barbusse: The isolated bleating of one of the beasts about to die
Romain Rolland: Letter to Gandhi on confronting age of global wars
Romain Rolland: Letter to Gandhi on total inadmissibility of war
Romain Rolland: Letters on conscientious objection
Rolland Rolland: Letters to Tagore on peace
Romain Rolland: The life that would have been, the life that was not going to be
Romain Rolland: A little idealism to make the war booty more delectable
Romain Rolland: Message to America on the will to conquer the world
Romain Rolland: Mobilization of all the forces in the world for peace
Romain Rolland: Oh, fair diplomats, you rid us of irksome peace
Romain Rolland: Our Neighbor the Enemy
Romain Rolland: Pacifism only allowed when it is not effective
Romain Rolland: Peace and war are in the hands of those who hold the purse-strings
Romain Rolland: Real peace demands that the masters of war be eliminated
Romain Rolland: Reawakening of old instincts of national pride, lapping of blood
Romain Rolland: Recurrence of the hell of war
Romain Rolland: To Gandhi on mental unbalance leading whole world to destruction
Romain Rolland: To the Murdered Peoples
Romain Rolland: To the undying Antigone; waging war against war
Romain Rolland: Tolstoy and peace among men
Romain Rolland: Totalizing, to their personal profit, the ruin of all nations
Romain Rolland: Tragedy of scientists at the disposal of military powers
Romain Rolland: War, a divine monster; half-beast, half-god
Romain Rolland: War, a pathological fact, a plague of the soul
Romain Rolland: War and the factories of intellectual munitions and cannon
Romain Rolland: War enriches a few, and ruins the community
Romain Rolland: The way to peace is not through weakness
Romain Rolland: When we defend war, dare to admit we are defending slavery
Romain Rolland: Where to rebuild the world after war?
Romain Rolland: Youth delivered up to the sword of war
Jules Romains: Selections on war
Jules Romains: Colloquy on God and war
Jules Romains: Communion of saints opposing war’s mutual massacre, human sacrifice
Jules Romains: Condign punishment for war profiteers and professional patriots
Jules Romains: Dawning of new century shot with sinister streaks of war
Jules Romains: Deadening effects of war on human sensibilities, defeat of civilization by barbarism
Jules Romains: Destruction of war itself, its deletion from the pages of history
Jules Romains: Even the very word was new: war
Jules Romains: Fraternization versus fratricide, the forbidden subject of peace
Jules Romains: If mankind could put two and two together, there’d be no more war
Jules Romains: Just kill because the more dead there are, the fewer living will remain
Jules Romains: Living under the curse of war since childhood
Jules Romains: Never occurred to me that I might find a peaceful and a smiling sky
Jules Romains: Romantic view of war played a dirty trick on the warriors
Jules Romains: Squalidly degrading everything that the civilization of mankind had created
Jules Romains: Unnatural war will only stop when everybody, on both sides, is killed
Jules Romains: War means a golden age for the munitions makers
Jules Romains: War: symphony of death, vast pudding concocted of corpses
Jules Romains: War turns murder into a public and highly praiseworthy action
Jules Romains: War under modern conditions has need of everything that man produces
Ronsard: Far away from Europe and far from its wars
E. Merrill Root: Drill, like sheep with wolves’ fangs, meek to kill
E. Merrill Root: Military drill. Murder’s witless marionettes.
Isaac Rosenberg: Break of Day in the Trenches
Isaac Rosenberg: Dead Man’s Dump
Isaac Rosenberg: O! ancient crimson curse! On receiving news of the war
Isaac Rosenberg: Soldier: Twentieth Century
Christina Rossetti: They reap a red crop from the field. O Man, put up thy sword.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti: Shall Peace be still a sunk stream long unmet?
Joseph Roth: Black and red, death fluttered over them
Joseph Roth: His son was dead. His world had ended.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau on peace and war
Jean-Jacques Rousseau: The advantages of peace
Jean-Jacques Rousseau: Hire yourself at high wages to kill men who never did you any harm
Jean-Jacques Rousseau: No nobler, more beautiful scheme than lasting peace
Jean-Jacques Rousseau: No such thing as a successful war
Jean-Jacques Rousseau: The scheme of founding a lasting peace is the most lofty ever conceived
Jean-Jacques Rousseau: The State of War
Jean-Jacques Rousseau: War and despotism reinforce each other
Claude Roy: Great wars and those which kill just as effectively
Gabrielle Roy: This was the hope that was uplifting mankind once again: to do away with war
Rick Rozoff: Mars, only Olympian whose veins flow not with ichor
John Ruskin: The arts of peace will supersede the arts of war
Bertrand Russell: Selections on war and peace
Bertrand Russell: Man can destroy civilization or abolish war
Bertrand Russell: War sheds centuries of civilization in one moment
George William Russell: Gods of War
Russian writers on peace and war
Rutilius Namatianus: Races of demigods who knew not iron-harnessed Mars
Edwin L. Sabin: Where Will the War be Next?
Margaret Sackville: Selections on peace and war
Margaret Sackville: How is it that men slaughter men even here upon the earth?
Margaret Sackville: Nostra Culpa
Margaret Sackville: The Pageant of War
Margaret Sackville: The Peacemakers
Margaret Sackville: Quo Vaditis?
Margaret Sackville: Reconciliation over our mutual dead
Margaret Sackville: So quietly and evenly they walked these million gentle dead
Margaret Sackville: To One Who Denies the Possibility of a Permanent Peace
Margaret Sackville: We are the mothers, and each has lost a son
Margaret Sackville: Who shall deliver us from the memory of these dead?
Vita Sackville-West: Man’s war on his fellow creatures
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry: Back at home in the peace of our villages
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry: Building peace is persuading God to enfold all in his shepherd’s cloak
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry: Charred flesh of children viewed with indifference
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry: War has tricked us
Charles Augustin Sainte-Beuve: Théophile Gautier, lover of peace
George Saintsbury: The odious profession
Miguel de Salabert: I first learned about men from their bombs
Miguel de Salabert: “What have you done with my legs?”
Miguel de Salabert: When they gave me a rifle to carry, I knew my life was over
Sallust: Lust for dominion the reason for war
Sallust: One may become famous in peace as well as in war
Edgar Saltus: Soldiers and no farmers; imperial sterility…and demise
Francis Saltus Saltus: Selections on peace and war
Francis Saltus Saltus: Deem you one ambitious whose subjects bleed and perish on a field?
Francis Saltus Saltus: If we saw but a century of peace
Francis Saltus Saltus: Peace to see our Love and Law arrived to witness cruel War
Francis Saltus Saltus: Thy theme was one of utter peace
Francis Saltus Saltus: The wind favors poets over conquerors
Mikhail Saltykov-Shchedrin: The grandeur, the selflessness of war
George Sand: Trader in uniformed flesh and the religion of self
Carl Sandburg: Selections on war
Carl Sandburg: The grass grows over Austerlitz and Waterloo
Carl Sandburg: A spider will weave a web over discarded weapons
Carl Sandburg: What it costs to move two buttons one inch on the war map
George Santayana: Selections on war
George Santayana on war and militarism
George Santayana: Epicurus and the utter hatred of war
George Santayana: Fatal wars: equally needless, equally murderous
George Santayana: His parents’ admonitions against war
George Santayana: Only the dead have seen the end of war
George Santayana: Slaughter by the indistinguishable million
George Santayana: Such blind battles ought not to be our battles
George Santayana: Wars prove the world has turned its back on reason
George Santayana: We want peace and make war
Mary McDermott Santley: The serene light of peace to all mankind
Sergei Sartakov: I fervently wish for universal peace
Sergei Sartakov: No to eternal war
Jean-Paul Sartre: They lift their heads and look up at the sky, the poisonous sky
Jean-Paul Sartre: When staging a massacre, all soldiers look alike
Jean-Paul Sartre: When the rich fight the rich, it is the poor who die
Siegfried Sassoon: Selections on war
Siegfried Sassoon: Arms and the Man
Siegfried Sassoon: At the Cenotaph
Siegfried Sassoon: “The bullet and the bayonet are brother and sister”
Siegfried Sassoon: Creatures whose faces knew nothing of War’s demented language
Siegfried Sassoon: The foul beast of war that bludgeons life
Siegfried Sassoon: Gloom and disaster of the thing called Armageddon
Siegfried Sassoon: In war-time the word patriotism means suppression of truth
Siegfried Sassoon: Murdering the livid hours that grope for peace
Siegfried Sassoon: No doubt he loathed the war and longed for peace
Siegfried Sassoon: Our deeds with lies were lauded, our bones with wrongs rewarded
Siegfried Sassoon: Repression of War Experience
Siegfried Sassoon: To Any Dead Officer
Siegfried Sassoon: The Tombstone-Maker
Siegfried Sassoon: The unheroic dead who fed the guns, those doomed, conscripted, unvictorious ones
Siegfried Sassoon: War, remorse and reconciliation
Siegfried Sassoon: We left our holes and looked above the wreckage of the earth
Julian Jay Savarin: Intimations of thirty years of war
Scandinavian writers on peace and war
Ethel Talbot Scheffauer: The sun shall rise upon a newer world that has forgot to kill
Joseph Victor von Scheffel: The Muses heal what Mars has wrought
Joseph Victor von Scheffel: The wood of peace
Friedrich Schiller: Beauty, peace and reconciliation
Friedrich Schiller: Oh, blessed peace, may the day of grim War’s ruthless crew never dawn
August Wilhelm Schlegel: Aristophanes, tragedian of peace
Arthur Schnitzler: Cannot praise war in general and oppose individual wars
Arthur Schnitzler: Remold the structure of government so that war becomes impossible
Arthur Schnitzler: War, making fathers pay wages to their sons whom we sent to their deaths
Lawrence Schoonover: Accursed powder
Lawrence Schoonover: An entire nation praying for peace at one time
Arthur Schopenhauer: Beasts of prey in the human race
Olive Schreiner: Give me back my dead!
Olive Schreiner: The bestiality and insanity of war
Olive Schreiner: I have never met a human creature who hates war as I hate it
Albert Schweitzer: On nuclear weapons in NATO’s hands
Clinton Scollard: Selections on war and peace
Clinton Scollard: Can mankind win to heights of peace and perfect amity?
Clinton Scollard: The Carnival of war
Clinton Scollard: Mars’ mad and holocaustal rite
Clinton Scollard: The Night Sowers
Clinton Scollard: Prayer: bid this reign of hate and horror end!
Clinton Scollard: Sunset Trees
Clinton Scollard: The Vale of Shadows
Clinton Scollard: The Watcher by the Tower
Clinton Scollard: The Winds of God
John Scott: I hate that drum’s discordant sound
Walter Scott: Selections on war
Walter Scott: The diffusion of knowledge, not the effusion of blood
Walter Scott: I know what war is
Walter Scott: War’s cannibal priest, druid red from his human sacrifice
Walter Scott: The worst sort of frenzy, military frenzy, hath possessed man, woman and child
Senancour: Lottery of war amid heaps of the dead
Étienne Pivert de Senancour: War, state-sanctioned suicide
Seneca the Elder: It is this that drives the world into war
Anna Seghers: War enthusiasm, brewed from equal parts of age-old memories and total oblivion
Alexander Serafimovich: Down with war!
Anna Seward: Fierce War has wing’d the arrow that wounds my soul’s repose
Shaftesbury: Improvement of arts and scholarship requires rest from war
William Shakespeare: Selections on war and peace
William Shakespeare: Blessed is the peacemaker
William Shakespeare: Contumelious, beastly, mad-brained war
William Shakespeare: Death of twenty thousand men for fantasy and fame
William Shakespeare: Enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace
William Shakespeare: Naked, poor, mangled peace, dear nurse of arts, plenties, joyful births
William Shakespeare: Never a war did cease…with such a peace
William Shakespeare: Nor more shall trenching war channel her fields, bruise her flowerets
William Shakespeare: O bloody times. When lions war, sons kill fathers, fathers sons
William Shakespeare: O war, thou son of hell
Shakespeare: On driving a husband to none-sparing war
William Shakespeare: Out of speech of peace into harsh tongue of war
Shakespeare: So inured to war that mothers smile as their children are slain
William Shakespeare: Soldier, a creature that I teach to fight
William Shakespeare: Take heed how you awake our sleeping sword of war
William Shakespeare: Tame the savage spirit of wild war
William Shakespeare: War’s exactions
William Shakespeare: Works of poetry outlast the works of war
Ivan Shamyakin: As a physicist, she feared for the fate of mankind
George Bernard Shaw: Selections on war
George Bernard Shaw: The earth is still bursting with the dead bodies of the victors
George Bernard Shaw: Gadarene swine running violently into a hell of high explosives
George Bernard Shaw: It was innocent men killing one another
George Bernard Shaw: Little Minds and Big Battles
George Bernard Shaw: The Long Arm of War
Militarist myopia: George Bernard Shaw’s Common Sense About the War
George Bernard Shaw: Rabid war maniacs reversed the order of nature
George Bernard Shaw: Religion as antidote to war
George Bernard Shaw: Religion of ruthless competition inevitably leads to war
George Bernard Shaw: The shallowness of the ideals of men ignorant of history is their destruction
George Bernard Shaw: “That was war.” “It was ME.”
George Bernard Shaw: War and frivolous exultation in death for its own sake
George Bernard Shaw: War and the sufferings of the sane
George Bernard Shaw: War Delirium
George Bernard Shaw: War, governments and munitions manufacturers
George Bernard Shaw: War, the Yahoo and the angry ape
George Bernard Shaw: The way of the soldier is the way of death
Mary Shelley: On peace and war
Mary Shelley: The fate of the world bound up with the death of a single man
Mary Shelley: I do not sympathize in their dreams of massacre and glory
Mary Shelley: I turned to the corpse-strewn earth and felt ashamed of my species
Mary Shelley: Men have slain each other by thousands, now man is a creature of price
Percy Bysshe Shelley: Selections on war
Juvenilia: Percy Bysshe Shelley on war
Percy Bysshe Shelley: Earth cleansed of quivers, spears and gorgon-headed shields
Percy Bysshe Shelley: The fatal trump of useless war to swell
Percy Bysshe Shelley: Man fabricates the sword which stabs his peace
Percy Bysshe Shelley: Peace, love and concord once shall rule again
Percy Bysshe Shelley: The soldiers dreamed that they were blacksmiths
Percy Bysshe Shelley: Titled idiot kindles flames of war
Percy Bysshe Shelley: The unholy song of war
Percy Bysshe Shelley: War and the decline of poetry
Percy Bysshe Shelley: War with its million horrors shall live but in the memory of time
William Shenstone: Ah, hapless realms! that war’s oppression feel.
William Shenstone: Let the gull’d fool the toils of war pursue
William Shenstone: War, where bleed the many to enrich the few
Kate Brownlee Sherwood: This one soft whisper – Peace
Robert Sherwood: War is essentially a false, hideous mistake
Taras Shevchenko: The civilizing mission…at sword’s point
James Shirley: Some men with swords may reap the field and plant fresh laurels where they kill
Mikhail Sholokhov: Selections on war
Mikhail Sholokhov: His entire face a cry, screaming without opening his lips
Mikhail Sholokhov: People worse than wolves. And it was called a heroic exploit.
Mikhail Sholokhov: Visit to a military hospital
Mikhail Sholokhov: War’s bitter harvest
Mikhail Sholokhov: Who was he calling for in his hour of death?
Mikhail Sholokhov: With innumerable hands the soldiers reached out to the phantasmal word “peace”
Vasily Shukshin: How many lives destroyed
Nevil Shute: Children crying in memory of horror they had seen
Lydia Sigourney: Peace was the song the angels sang
Louise Morgan Sill: I am the Hell-god, War!
Ignazio Silone: Resorting to the bloody diversion of war
Ignazio Silone: They have been warned of wars and rumors of wars
Ignazio Silone: War with today’s hereditary enemy
Victor Domingo Silva: Cain, the fratricide
Simonides: Dirges for the victims of the impetuous War-God
Upton Sinclair: Selections on war
Upton Sinclair: After war, the color revolution cleanup
Upton Sinclair: A banker’s post-war nightmare
Upton Sinclair: Decade of national cynicism, corruption followed “war for democracy”
Upton Sinclair: Gigantic stir of war preparation for global territorial aggrandizement
Upton Sinclair: How wars start, how they can be prevented
Upton Sinclair: The Juggernaut of war flattens out all opposition
Upton Sinclair: The plea of Nicola Sacco, “What is war?”
Upton Sinclair: New Lysistratas: Women must refuse to have babies until men stop killing
Upton Sinclair: Spending several times as much money to prepare for an even greater war to end war
Upton Sinclair: Using all the machinery and brains of civilization to slaughter one another
Upton Sinclair: The war system, bankers recouping the costs of war propaganda
Upton Sinclair: War’s one-sided boost to the economy
Upton Sinclair: What it costs a woman to keep the world at war
Upton Sinclair: World war as a business enterprise
Ina Duvall Singleton: The Women’s Litany
Edith Sitwell: Dirge for the New Sunrise
Osbert Sitwell: Totally out of place in a war-mad world
Osbert Sitwell: Wilfred Owen, poetry and war
Christopher Smart: Rejoice with the dove. Pray that all guns be nailed up.
M. B. Smedley: Where is the ministry of peace?
Charlotte Turner Smith: The lawless soldiers’ victims
Charlotte Turner Smith: Statesmen! ne’er dreading a scar, let loose the demons of war
Charlotte Turner Smith: Thus man spoils Heaven’s glorious works with blood!
Charlotte Turner Smith: To bathe his savage hands in human blood
Horace Smith: Selections on peace and war
Horace Smith: The hero-butchers of the sword
Horace Smith: Manufactured to machines for killing human creatures
Horace Smith: The trade of man-butchery. The soldier and the sailor.
Horace Smith: Weapon gathering dust
Horace Smith: When War’s ensanguined banner shall be furl’d
Rembert G. Smith: O bid the wars of men to cease
Sydney Smith: War, hailing official murderers as the greatest and most glorious of human creatures
Thorne Smith: Make statues of war’s wholesale butchers before they strike
Tobias Smollett: War contractors fattened on the blood of the nation
Tobias Smollett: The war glories of a demagogue
C.P. Snow: As final product of scientific civilization, nuclear bomb is its ultimate indictment
C.P. Snow: Even if moral judgments are left out, it’s unthinkable to drop the bomb
C.P. Snow: Hiroshima, the most horrible single act so far performed
C.P. Snow: Hope it’s never possible to develop superbomb
Vladimir Soloukhin: Shadow of this beautiful world being incinerated
Charles Hamilton Sorley: The blind fight the blind
Charles Hamilton Sorley: When you see millions of the mouthless dead
Robert Southey: Selections on peace and war
Robert Southey: The Battle of Blenheim
Robert Southey: Preparing the way for peace; militarism versus Christianity
Robert Southey: The Soldier’s Wife
Robert Southey: Wade to glory through a sea of blood
Robert Southey: Year follows year, and still we madly prosecute the war
Wole Soyinka: Africa victim, never perpetrator, of theo/ideological wars
Wole Soyinka: Civilian and Soldier
Spanish writers on war and peace
Fanny Bixby Spencer: The shame of the cannonade
Fanny Bixby Spencer: Will your son kill mine or will mine kill yours?
Herbert Spencer: No patriotism when it comes to wars of aggression
Stephen Spender: Selections on war
Stephen Spender: Lecture on Hell: battle against totalitarian war
Stephen Spender: Ultima Ratio Regum
Stephen Spender: The Woolfs in the 1930s: War the inevitable result of an arms race.
Edmund Spenser: The first to attack the world with sword and fire
Edmund Spenser: Wars can nought but sorrows yield
Baruch Spinoza: Selections on war and peace
Baruch Spinoza: Fleeing peace for the despotic discipline of war
Baruch Spinoza: Men shouldn’t choose slavery in time of peace for better fortune in war
Baruch Spinoza: Peace is not mere absence of war
Baruch Spinoza: Tyrants and war for its own sake
Baruch Spinzoa: War corrupts civil society
Madame de Staël: Voting for war, pronouncing their own death sentence
Marguerite Steen: The sheer destructiveness of war made him angry
Marguerite Steen: The wreckage of the wars
Stendhal: Decorating it with the name of glory
Stendhal: Dreaming of the Marshall and his glory…
Stendhal: You’ve got to learn the business before you can become a soldier
Stendhal and Byron: Military leprosy; fronts of brass and feet of clay
George Sterling: To the War-Lords
George Sterling: War past, present, future
G. B. Stern: Conventions of war? War itself is the outrage.
Robert Louis Stevenson: Peace we found where fire and war had been
Arthur E. Stilwell: The Day of Peace
Margaret Stineback: The Unknown Soldier
Frank Stockton: Battles of annihilation, the Anglo-American War Syndicate
Frank Stockton: The Great War Syndicate: “On to Canada!”
William Stokes: Selections on peace and war
William Stokes: The Angel of Peace
William Stokes: Can fields of blood redeem mankind from error?
William Stokes: Invocation to the Spirit of Peace
William Stokes: The peace of nations to destroy
Strabo: Ares, the only god they worship
Strabo: The Eleians alone had profound peace
Strabo: Result of neglecting education for military training
Strabo: Studying war is wickedness
Lytton Strachey: After the battle, who shall say that the corpses were the most unfortunate?
August Strindberg: Progeny of soulless militarism
August Strindberg: What has become of the sacred promise of peace on our earth?
Hermann Sudermann: Militarism and its terminus
Hermann Sudermann: War irrigates the soil with blood, fertilizes it with corpses
Eugène Sue: War, murder by proxy
Suetonius: Caligula and military glory
Suetonius: Not let slip any pretext for war, however unjust and dangerous
Archil Sulakauri: I just can’t believe that people die so simply
Bertha von Suttner: Selections on peace and war
Bertha von Suttner: All Souls’ Day. Field of honor gives way to wasteland of broken hearts
Bertha von Suttner: Among these ills the most dreadful of all – War
Bertha von Suttner: Education hardens children against natural horror which terrors of war awaken
Bertha von Suttner: Higher unity in which every war will appear impious fratricide
Bertha von Suttner: Mounting doubts about war
Bertha von Suttner: Outgrowing the old idolatry for war
Bertha von Suttner: The Protocol of Peace
Bertha von Suttner: Vengeance! War breeds more war.
Bertha von Suttner: War’s sophistry. At last the monster creeps out.
Jonathan Swift: Selections on war
Jonathan Swift: Brutes more modest than men in perpetuating war against their own species
Jonathan Swift: Few of this generation can remember anything but war and taxes
Jonathan Swift: How to select commanders, end wars
Jonathan Swift: Lemuel Gulliver on War
Jonathan Swift: We must have peace, let it be a bad or a good one
Algernon Charles Swinburne: Death made drunk with war
Algernon Charles Swinburne: A gospel of war and damnation for the bestial by birth
Algernon Charles Swinburne: There shall be no more wars nor kingdoms won
Frank Swinnerton: Aerial bombardment, the most stupid and futile aspect of war
John Addington Symonds: Nation with nation, land with land unarmed shall live as comrades free
Arthur Symons: A great reaction: people will be tired of wars
Tacitus: The robbery, slaughter and plunder that empire calls peace
Tacitus: When war bursts on us, innocent and guilty alike perish
Rabindranath Tagore: Secure disarmament, transform it into strength
Hippolyte Taine on the inhuman travesty of war
Anton Tammsaare: War, the greatest enterprise of the modern age
Jun’ichirō Tanizaki: A day’s work, a night’s dream
Torquato Tasso: Pastoral refuge from war
Torquato Tasso: War’s devouring minister, the sword
Sara Teasdale: Dusk in War Time
Sara Teasdale: Spring in War-Time
Charles Tennant: Nor shall they learn war
William Tennant: While some sing of Mars’s bloody game…
Alfred Lord Tennyson: Selections on war and peace
Alfred Lord Tennyson: The brazen bridge of war
Alfred Lord Tennyson: I would the old God of war himself were dead
Alfred Tennyson: Ring out the thousand wars of old, ring in the thousand years of peace
Alfred Tennyson: Till the war-drum throbb’d no longer, and the battle-flags were furl’d
Alfred Lord Tennyson: When shall universal peace lie like light across the land?
Tertullian: As a last test of empire, make war on heaven
William Makepeace Thackeray: Selections on war
William Makepeace Thackeray: Millions of innocent hearts wounded horribly
William Makepeace Thackeray: “Pax in bello.” The death of a single soldier.
William Makepeace Thackeray: War taxes men and women alike
William Makepeace Thackeray: War’s slave dealers
William Makepeace Thackeray: What human crime, misery, slavery, go to form that sum-total of glory!
Theocritus: May spiders spin their slender webs over weapons of war
Theophrastus: Warmongering’s rumormongering
Dylan Thomas: The Hand That Signed the Paper
Edith Matilda Thomas: Air war: They are not humans.
Edith Matilda Thomas: The Altar of Moloch
Edith Matilda Thomas: The Flag
James Thomson: Despise the insensate barbarous trade of war
James Thomson: Peace is the natural state of man; war his corruption, his disgrace
James Thomson: Philosophy’s plans of policy and peace
Mabel Thomson: A child’s ideal of soldiering
Francis Thompson: Flattering the too-much-pampered Boy of War
Francis Thompson: Kingly crown and warrior’s crest not worth a blade of grass
Henry David Thoreau: It is commonly said that history is a chronicle of war
Henry David Thoreau: Taxes enable the State to commit violence and shed innocent blood
Henry David Thoreau: War belies the claim that civilization is making rapid progress
Thucydides: Admonitions against war
Tibullus: War is a crime perpetrated by hearts hardened like weapons
Thomas Tickell: The Soldier’s late destroying Hand shall rear new Temples in his native Land
Christoph August Tiedge: Give to earth the light of peaceful day
Eunice Tietjens: Children of War
W. R. Titterton: The Silent People of No Man’s Land
Ernst Toller: Corpses In The Woods
Alexei Tolstoy: The one incontestable result was dead bodies
Alexei Tolstoy: War profiteers and speculators
Alexei Tolstoy: War’s campfires burn from time immemorial
Leo Tolstoy: Selections on war
Leo Tolstoy: As if there were any rules for killing people
Leo Tolstoy: The Beginning of the End
Leo Tolstoy: Christian cannot be a murderer and therefore cannot be a soldier
Leo Tolstoy: “For what, for whom, must I kill and be killed?”
Leo Tolstoy: He who kills most people receives the highest rewards
Leo Tolstoy: Idealization of military malefactors is shameful
Leo Tolstoy: The Law of Love and the Law of Violence
Leo Tolstoy: Letter on the Peace Conference
Leo Tolstoy: Men attribute the greatest merit to skill in killing one another
Leo Tolstoy: Murder and vengeance are not the will of the people
Leo Tolstoy: Patriotism or Peace
Leo Tolstoy: Prescription for peace
Leo Tolstoy: Then why those severed arms and legs and those dead men?
Leo Tolstoy: “Thou Shalt Not Kill”
Leo Tolstoy: Two Wars and Carthago Delenda Est
Leo Tolstoy: War began, that is, an event took place opposed to human reason and to human nature
Leo Tolstoy: War? War, indeed!
H. M. Tomlinson: Great offensive. Curse such trite and sounding words
H. M. Tomlinson: Greatest evil is unconscious indifference to war’s obscene blasphemy against life
H. M. Tomlinson: The return of the soldier, of he who was once alive
Georg Trakl: Night beckons to dying soldiers, the ghosts of the killed are sighing
Katrina Trask: Selections on war and peace
Katrina Trask: After the Battle
Katrina Trask: Civilized warfare
Katrina Trask: A dialogue on God and war
Katrina Trask: The Logic of War
Katrina Trask: The Statue of Peace
Lucia Trent: Breed, little mothers, breed for the war lords who slaughter your sons
Yuri Trifonov: Our world – the world of peace!
Anthony Trollope: How wars are arranged
Anthony Trollope: Leader appointed to save the empire – with warships
Anthony Trollope: Sports, reading and war
Henri Troyat: Selections on war
Henri Troyat: All humanity passing through a crisis of destructive madness
Henri Troyat: I prefer to die, so that I no longer have to see the others die
Henri Troyat: Nothing grand, nothing noble, in the universal slaughter
Henri Troyat: Shedding blood for the motherland: War is ugly and absurd
Henri Troyat: So many men killed, so many towns burned…for a telegram
Henri Troyat: Thoughts stop with a shock: War!
Henri Troyat: Tolstoy’s visceral detestation of war
Henri Troyat: War, that greatest of political crimes
Henri Troyat: War, war, war! Oh, why?
Henri Troyat: “Will a day ever come when there’s no more war, no more lies, no more tragedy!”
Kurt Tucholsky: The White Spots
Kurt Tucholsky: Murder in disguise
Ivan Turgenev: “Militarism, the soldiery, have got the upper hand”
Ivan Turgenev: Thank God, we’re worth more than that
Nancy Byrd Turner: Let Us Have Peace
Julia S. Tutwiler: O, the world has grown weary of battle and strife
Mark Twain: To the Person Sitting in Darkness
Mark Twain: The basest type of patriotism: support for war and imperialism
Mark Twain: The Battle Hymn of the Republic (Brought Down to Date)
Mark Twain: Cain and mankind’s legacy of war
Mark Twain: Epitome of war, the killing of strangers against whom you feel no personal animosity
Mark Twain: Grotesque self-deception of war
Mark Twain: Maxims on battleships and statesmanship
Mark Twain: An inglorious peace is better than a dishonorable war
Mark Twain: Only dead men dare tell the whole truth about war
Mark Twain: Man is the only animal that deals in that atrocity of atrocities, War
Mark Twain on Western military threat to China: I am a Boxer
Mark Twain: Cecil Rhodes and the civilizing mission: He wants the earth and wants it for his own
Lesya Ukrainka: Do you understand that word called war?
Louis Untermeyer: Daybreak after war
Paul Vaillant-Couturier: The Song of Craonne
Juan Valera: Thou art the God of peace
Paul Valéry on global conflicts, Europe governed by American commission
Paul Valèry: War, science, art and Leibnitz, who dreamed of universal peace
César Vallejo: So much love and yet so powerless against death
Jules Vallès: I hate war and its sinister glory
Henry van Dyke: Stain Not the Sky
Mario Vargas Llosa: More than enough atomic and conventional weapons to wipe out several planets
Henry Vaughan: Let us ‘midst noise and war of peace and mirth discuss
Henry Vaughan: Strife and war are the sword’s prize
Henry Vaughan: What thunders shall those men arraign who cannot count those they have slain?
Vauvenargues: If we could discover the secret of banishing war forever
Thorstein Veblen: Habituation to war entails a body of predatory habits of thought
Velleius Paterculus: License of the sword inevitably leads to wars for profit
Roger Vercel: Boats built for men to live in, ships built to kill
Vercors: Are war crimes only committed by the vanquished?
Giovanni Verga: The Mother of Sorrows
Émile Verhaeren: I hold war in execration; ashamed to be butchers of their fellows
Paul Verlaine: The joy of sweet peace without victory
Giambattista Vico: Mars, the vilest of the gods
Gore Vidal: Navies, colonies, presidents, wars
Alfred de Vigny: Selections on war
Alfred de Vigny: Admiration for military commander turns us into slaves and madmen
Alfred de Vigny: The army is a machine wound up to kill
Alfred de Vigny: It is war that is wrong, not we
Alfred de Vigny: War is condemned of God and even of man who holds it in secret horror
Alfred de Vigny: When armies and war exist no more
Villiers de L’Isle-Adam: Vox Populi
Virgil: The blind passion of unpitying war
Virgil: None heard the trumpet’s blast, nor direful clang of smitten anvils loud with shaping sword
Virgil: Shall impious soldiers have these new-ploughed grounds?
Virgil: The War-god pitiless moves wrathful through the world
Elio Vittorini: Dialogue between a dead soldier and his brother
Elio Vittorini: Slaughter perpetrated in the world; one man cries and another laughs
Voltaire: Annals with no mention of any war undertaken at any time
Voltaire: Armies composed of well disciplined hirelings who determine the fate of nations
Voltaire: Bellicose father or pacific son?
Voltaire: He did not put a sufficient number of his fellow creatures to death
Voltaire: I am the grandson of Penn. That name alone will suffice.
Voltaire: Invoking the gods of war
Voltaire: The laws of robbers and war
Voltaire: Mortals, you’re bound by sacred tie, therefore those cruel arms lay by
Voltaire: Must Europe never cease to be in arms?
Voltaire: One country cannot conquer without making misery for another
Voltaire: Serve a God of peace with war and slaughter?
Voltaire: Sister of Death! inexorable War!
Voltaire: Why prefer a war to the happy labors of peace?
Louise B. Waite: Let There Be Peace
W. S. Walker: Furies learn’d to blush at human crimes
W. S. Walker: One last sanguinary conquest
Edgar Wallace: Or wars would be impossible
Edmund Waller: Less pleasure take brave minds in battles won
Horace Walpole: Selections on war and peace
Horace Walpole: Deplorable success in destroying any of our species
Horace Walpole: The glory of war and soldiering
Horace Walpole: How end all our victories?
Horace Walpole: I prefer the old hen Peace
Horace Walpole: I wish there were an excuse for not growing military mad
Horace Walpole: Oh! where is the dove with the olive-branch!
Horace Walpole: Peace and propagation
Horace Walpole: Peace is the sole event of which I wish to hear
Horace Walpole: Stuffing hospitals with maimed soldiers, besides making thousands of widows!
Horace Walpole: We peaceable folks are now to govern the world
Horace Walpole: Who gives a nation peace, gives tranquility to all
Hugh Walpole: Selections on war
Hugh Walpole: Continual screaming, men without faces
Hugh Walpole: The dark, crippling advent of war
Hugh Walpole: Dream of horror: the false reality of war
Hugh Walpole: It would indeed be a disheartening sight….
Hugh Walpole: War both protracts and strangles youth
Hugh Walpole: War killed Henry James
Rex Warner: These guns were sent to save civilisation
Thomas Warton: Not seek in fields of blood his warrior bays
Jakob Wassermann: Was there ever since the world began a just cause for war?
Gilbert Waterhouse: “This is the last of wars – this is the last!”
William Watson: Curse my country for its military victory
William Watson: Dream of perfect peace
Albert Durrant Watson: A Prayer for Peace
Isaac Watts: Clamor, and wrath, and war, begone
Theodore Watts-Dunton: Seat above the conflict, power to call Peace like a Zephyr
Edwin Waugh: Who strives to make the world a home where peace and justice meet
Maurice C. Waugh: A Plea for Peace
H.G. Wells: The abolition of war will be a new phase in the history of life
H.G. Wells: Armaments: Vile and dangerous industry in the human blood trade
H.G. Wells: Blood as printers’ ink
H.G. Wells: Chemistry at the service of mass murder
H.G. Wells: Either man will put an end to air war or air war will put an end to mankind
H.G. Wells: For the predetermined losing side, modern wars an unspeakable business
H.G. Wells: Mars will sit like a giant above all human affairs and his speech is blunt and plain
H.G. Wells: Massacres of boys! That indeed is the essence of modern war.
H.G. Wells: Means of destruction kept pace with increase in wealth of mankind
H.G. Wells: Nearly everybody wants peace but nobody thinks out the arrangements needed
H.G. Wells: The New Warfare, transition to total war
H.G. Wells: None so detestable as the god of war
H.G. Wells: A number of devoted men and women ready to give their whole lives to great task of peace
H.G. Wells: The progressive enslavement of the race to military tyranny
H.G. Wells: This little planet everywhere scarred and disfigured by long wars
H.G. Wells: Universal collapse logically follows world-wide war
H.G. Wells: War is a triumph of the exhausted and dying over the dead
H.G. Wells: War, road to complete extinction or to degradation beyond our present understanding
H.G. Wells: War will leave the world a world of cripples and old men and children
H.G. Wells: When war comes home
H.G. Wells: Why did humanity gape at the guns and do nothing? War as business
H.G. Wells: The world is weary of this bloodshed, weary of all this weeping
H.G. Wells: The young are the food of war
Franz Werfel: Selections on war
Franz Werfel: Advent of air war and apocalyptic visions
Franz Werfel: Cities disintegrated within seconds in the Last War
Franz Werfel: How describe in a few words a world war?
Franz Werfel: Leaders’ fear of their people drives them to war
Franz Werfel: To a Lark in War-Time
Franz Werfel: Twenty thousand well-preserved human skulls of the Last War
Franz Werfel: Waging currish, cowardly war to plunder the poor
Franz Werfel: War behind and in front, outside and inside
Franz Werfel: War is the cause and not the result of all conflicts
John Werge: Battle in hell if war ye must
Charles Wesley: No horrid alarm of war shall break our eternal repose
Nathanael West: Selections on war
Nathanael West: Every defeat is a victory in a war of attrition
Nathanael West: The noble motives, the noble methods of war
Nathanael West: Not their fault, they thought they had bombed a hospital
Nathanael West: One live recruit is better than a dozen dead veterans
Nathanael West: They haven’t the proper military slant
Rebecca West: The dreams of Englishwomen during war
Phillis Wheatley: From every tongue celestial Peace resounds
Robert Whitaker: The Starred Mother
Robert Whitaker: Whence Cometh War?
Walt Whitman: Away with themes of war! away with war itself!
Anna M. Whitney: The Call for Peace
John Greenleaf Whittier: Selections on peace and war
John Greenleaf Whittier: Disarmament
John Greenleaf Whittier: The Gospel of Christ is peace, not war, and love, not hatred
John Greenleaf Whittier: If this be Peace, pray what is War?
John Greenleaf Whittier: The Peace Convention at Brussels
John Greenleaf Whittier: Nobler than the sword’s shall be the sickle’s accolade
John Greenleaf Whittier: The stormy clangor of wild war music o’er the earth shall cease
G. J. Whyte-Melville: Death is gathering his harvest – and the iron voice tolls on
Margaret Widdemer: A Mother to the War-Makers
Margaret Widdemer: Men have to wage world-wars, children are left to die
Ella Wheeler Wilcox: Selections on peace and war
Ella Wheeler Wilcox: The Paean of Peace
Ella Wheeler Wilcox: A Plea To Peace
Ella Wheeler Wilcox: What We Need
Ella Wheeler Wilcox: When the Regiment Came Back
Ella Wheeler Wilcox: Women and War
Jane Wilde: Peace with the Olive, and Mercy with the Palm
Oscar Wilde: Crimson seas of war, Great Game in Central and South Asia
Oscar Wilde: Who would dare to praise the barren pride of warring nations?
Helen Maria Williams: Heaven-born peace
Helen Maria Williams: Now burns the savage soul of war
Sarah Williams: Groaning for him they slew
John Wilmot: With war I’ve not to do
D. A. Wilson: Who Won the War?
Thomas Wolfe: His imperial country at war, possessed of the inspiration for murder
Thomas Wolfe: Santimony and cant of war
Women writers on peace and war
Clement Wood: Seedtime and harvest
Clement Wood: Victory – Without Peace
George Edward Woodberry: American I am; would wars were done
Margaret L. Woods: The forgotten slain
William Wordsworth: Selections on peace and war
William Wordsworth: All merit centered in the sword; battle’s hecatombs
William Wordsworth: Earth’s groaning field, where ruthless mortals wage incessant wars
William Wordsworth: If men with men in peace abide, all other strength the weakest may withstand
William Wordsworth: Peace in these feverish times is sovereign bliss
William Wordsworth: Proclaimed heroes for strewing meadows with carcasses
William Wordsworth: Prophetic harps were singing, “War shall cease”
William Wordsworth: Spreading peaceful ensigns over war’s favourite playground
Wordsworth: We felt as men should feel at vast carnage
Philip Stanhope Worsley: Not with iron steeped in slaughter
Henry Wotton: Pastorale. No wars are seen.
Thomas Wyatt: Children of the gun
Thomas Wyatt: Wax fat on innocent blood: I cannot leave the state to Caesar
Elinor Wylie: Peace falls unheeded on the dead
Xenophon: Selections on war and peace
Xenophon: Begin wars as tardily, end them as speedily as possible
Xenophon: Guile without guilt. Peace and joy reigned everywhere.
Xenophon: Socrates’ prescription for averting the calamities of war
Xenophon: Socrates’ war sophistry; civil crimes are martial virtues
Xenophon: The virtuous prefer untroubled security to sovereignty won by war
Xenophon: War as obsession, warfare as mistress
Ann Yearsley: The anarchy of war
William Butler Yeats: The Rose of Peace
Barbara Young: Peace is not bought with dead men slain
Edward Young: Selections on peace and war
Edward Young: Draw the murd’ring sword to give mankind a single lord
Edward Young: End of war the herald of wisdom and poetry
Edward Young: Reason’s a bloodless conqueror, more glorious than the sword
Edward Young: Such a peace that follows war
Marguerite Yourcenar: Fruits of war are food for new wars
Leonid Zhukhovitsky: May the book prove more powerful than the bomb
Lajos Zilahy: Called, not without justice, the Third World War
Lajos Zilahy: The greatest efforts were concentrated on the greatest of human problems: how to kill.
Émile Zola: Encomiums on labor and peace
Émile Zola: The forge of peace and the pit of war
Émile Zola: Haunted by military matters
Émile Zola: The military, necessary apprenticeship for devastation and massacre
Émile Zola: One sole city of peace and truth and justice
Émile Zola: Prescription for a happy life in the midst of universal peace
Émile Zola: Vulcan in service to Mars
Émile Zola: War’s vast slaughterhouse
Émile Zola: Why armies are maintained
Zuhair: Accursed thing, war will grind you between millstones
Arnold Zweig: Selections on war
Arnold Zweig: Conducting the business of murder with embittered reluctance
Arnold Zweig: Education Before Verdun
Arnold Zweig: The final trump in the struggle for world markets: the Gun
Arnold Zweig: From the joy of the slayer to being dimly aware of the man on the other side
Arnold Zweig: In the war you’ve lost all the personality you’ve ever had
Arnold Zweig: Keep the war going to the last drop of – other – people’s blood
Arnold Zweig: The meaning, or rather the meaninglessness, of war
Arnold Zweig: Mere existence of armies imposes upon mankind the mentality of the Stone Age
Arnold Zweig: Military strips nation of all that is worthy of defense
Arnold Zweig: Never again! On reading Barbusse
Arnold Zweig: No joy to be born into world of war
Arnold Zweig: Of course, one had to shoot at crowds of civilians, men, women and children
Arnold Zweig: Only the wrong people are killed in a war
Arnold Zweig: The plague has always played a part in war
Arnold Zweig: Pro-war clerks and clerics are Herod’s mercenaries
Arnold Zweig: Reason is the highest patriotism and militarism is evil its very essence
Arnold Zweig: They won no more ground than they could cover with their corpses
Arnold Zweig: War a deliberate act, not an unavoidable natural catastrophe
Arnold Zweig: War, a gigantic undertaking on the part of the destruction industry
Arnold Zweig: War of all against all, jaded multitudes of death
Arnold Zweig: War transforms rescue parties into murder parties
Arnold Zweig: War was in the world, and war prevailed
Arnold Zweig: War’s brutality, folly and tyranny practiced even on its own
Arnold Zweig: War’s communion, hideous multiplication of human disasters
Arnold Zweig: War’s hecatomb from the air, on land and at sea
Stefan Zweig: Selections on peace and war
Stefan Zweig: The army of the spirit, not the army of force
Stefan Zweig: The bloody cloud-bank of war will give way to a new dawn
Stefan Zweig: The fear of opposing military hysteria
Stefan Zweig: The fruits of peace, the drive toward war
Stefan Zweig: “How much rottenness there is in war”
Stefan Zweig: I would never have believed such a crime on the part of humanity possible
Stefan Zweig: Idea of human brotherhood buried by the grave-diggers of war
Stefan Zweig: The idealism which sees beyond blood-drenched battlefields
Stefan Zweig: Opposition to war, a higher heroism still
Stefan Zweig: Origin of the Nobel Peace Prize
Stefan Zweig: Propaganda is as much war matériel as arms and planes
Stefan Zweig: Romain Rolland and the campaign against hatred
Stefan Zweig: A single conscience defies the madness of war
Stefan Zweig: Stendhal, in war but not of it
Stefan Zweig: War, the ultimate betrayal of the intellectuals
Stefan Zweig: The whole world of feeling, the whole world of thought, became militarized
For peace, against war: literary selections 
MIssing Smedley Butler, there. But congrats, great list and great unflinching work.
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Nice. Will bookmark.
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we will not join your army and we will not fight your war
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well i may be from the back streets on the wrong side of the tracks,
and i didn’t go to prep school and i don’t read latin books,
and i may have run a little wild and even robbed a store,
but i will not join your army and i will not fight your war.
through your secretive societies and underhanded plans,
you have hijacked our democracies and usurped all our lands,
you have consorted with criminals and helped spread drugs and vice,
and you’ve backed and armed dictators to repress their people’s voice.
and you trample rights and commit torture when it suits your plans,
and you’ve rigged the world economy to feed wealth to your hands.
but right now you claim you want to spread democracy and peace
and to guarantee prosperity through global enterprise.
but the truth of what you’re up to now is sinister and plain
– you want tens of thousands like me to be soldiers and marines
so that you can build your empire, bring your plunder back to rome,
to achieve world domination and extend your power at home,
and your motives are just selfishness and avarice, it’s sure,
and you’re misusing our taxes which should go to help the poor.
so send your own sons and daughters out to do your dirty work
and spend your own wealth on guns and bombs to launch your sneak attack,
then we’ll treat you like the evil vicious terrorists you are
– but we will not join your army and we will not fight your war.
(c) gildas sapiens, 2004
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Sapient indeed. Bravo.
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“To those of us who still retain an irreconcilable animus against war….”
Whatever sickening justification may be advanced.
David Peterson
Chicago, USA
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Right, David. There is always an excuse for war in the minds of sociopaths – there is never an excuse for war in the minds of moral beings.
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Randolph Bourne may have been the last prophet vouchsafed the United States (after Mark Twain, William James and other founders of the Anti-Imperialist League). Providence may have then thrown in the towel in disgust. See the entry by Catullus.
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This is moving and relevant material – from start to ‘finish’. But that’s the trouble, isn’t, it? There is no finish.
Poetry list is excellent.
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This is a three-credit course. Maybe I can get credit for it at BC as a independently directed reading.
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Russia keeps threatening and threatening the “West” for their arrogant behaviour and increasing wars in Central Asia, Middle East and North Africa in favor of the Zionist Israel.
Has Russia done something any way? Where were Russia when Libya needed help?, now that Syria needs help, are the Russians doing something?
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Lift up your hearts! An extraordinary work, which is as beautiful as NATO is not.
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The compilation has pages from over 150 writers from almost 40 nations and 27 centuries to establish that war, far from being an intrinsic, much less natural characteristic of humanity, is a monstrous aberration.
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I’m going to see if I can adapt some of this material for my international students who I’ll be teaching in November at Level 6. Thanks for sharing. I passed your last compilation on to my mother, who found some common ground in a passage about mothers not wanting to surrender their sons to be killed in war (and she’s been a strong supporter of U.S. attacks on other countries!). It’s a freaky kind of mind control that’s got Americans supporting aggressive wars against other countries. Anything that can break through that is much appreciated.
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As you might imagine, much of this material is not on the Internet and I have had to pore through my bookshelves to locate it.
Last week one of my brothers sent me the link for the following, which was, at hard as it may be to believe, a fairly popular recording three years before U.S. troops, including one of my grandfathers, were sent to the trenches in France.
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Kabullshit. 11/2/10
Now we’re killing them with kindness
For that’ s just what we do
To help them redevelop and even have a Zoo.
Killing them with kindness when we drag them out of bed
Cuff little hands behind and shoot them through the head.
Oh we’re killing them with kindness
For that’s just what we do
If they’re Uzbeq or Hazara, Pashtun or Tajik
It really doesn’t matter if they play hide and seek
As we’ll bomb all their weddings and their funerals too
For that’s just,well that’s just what we do.
Oh we’re killing them with kindness
Killing them with kindness
And if you hear that we slit pricks at Bagram or elsewhere
Do remember that it’s done with tender loving care,
As we’re killing them with kindness
For that’s just what we do
To help them redevelop and even keep that Zoo.
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I use multi-voice poetry to write against war.
Ialso have a website:
https://multivoicepoetry.wordpress.com/
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I’m stunned. Do you have any idea how many lives have been taken as a result of continuous warfare, sometimes on as many as 9 fronts, by the US military and it’s Cold War proxies since WW2? If l tell you that it has been conservatively calculated as between 25 and 30 million, would you be shocked? You should be, because it’s true. During the Cold War proxy wars were fought on behalf off the US in, variously, the entire Latin America(death squads-several million)Indonesia and East Timor(a million), Cambodia(3 million), Laos (a million), of course Vietnam (3 million), lately attributed to the US: Rwanda (a million), Congo(5 million), now Iraq, Libya, Syria, Afghanistan (3 million)’, German pow’s deliberstely allowed to starve in open fields, (one million), and that’s only a taste. Many academics and authors are aware of these figures, and many more, too many for me to recall or carry around in my memory. And you quibble about a few hundred air strikes. The US media has kept the US population in a self-imposed bubble. No wonder it is prudent to treat them like children. I had one American say to me “He’s my President, he must be telling the truth”. I was gobsmacked! Nixon? Clinton? Truthful? Only a child could look at another human being with such naïveté. I had another American friend declare, while the US was killing a million plus in Iraq for no rational purpose “we’ve got to stop helping these people……..” Wake up America. You’re trashing the world. Bombing 9 different countries right now, your Special Forces active in 130 countries, with 800 to 1000 foreign bases, costing you 51 cents in every dollar. I can’t believe you don’t know all this.
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There is an excellent online project approaching this from a Christian angle. It is called http://www.nonresistance.org Worth a look! Well done on this project. It is high time people realised that the “anti war” people are not new but pre-date most civilization’s.
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Wonderful collection! Thanks for your diligence and heart
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My anti-war short story https://alexrosswritings.org/texts/wish/
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