War is wretched beyond description, and only a fool or a fraud could sentimentalize its cruel reality.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Every war results from the struggle for markets and spheres of influence, and every war is sold to the public by professional liars and totally sincere religious maniacs, as a Holy Crusade to save God and Goodness from Satan and Evil.
War is terrible. There is nothing romantic about war.
There is nothing glamorous or romantic about war. It's mostly about random pointless death and misery.
The only defensible war is a war of defense.
War can be fun for certain people. It's a magnet for sadists, losers, and angry dreamers.
Alas, nothing reveals man the way war does. Nothing so accentuates in him the beauty and ugliness, the intelligence and foolishness, the brutishness and humanity, the courage and cowardice, the enigma.
War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse.
If you're going to write about war, which my books are about, wars are nasty things. I think it's sort of a cheap, easy way out to write a war story in which no one ultimately dies.
War means blind obedience, unthinking stupidity, brutish callousness, wanton destruction, and irresponsible murder.
War has always been the grand sagacity of every spirit which has grown too inward and too profound; its curative power lies even in the wounds one receives.