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.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The war was a mirror; it reflected man's every virtue and every vice, and if you looked closely, like an artist at his drawings, it showed up both with unusual clarity.
I have to admit that the empty prestige and the stupid glory - yes, the horrible rush, the deadly sense of importance that war brings to life - are hard illusions to shake off. Look at me, a war correspondent.
A man who's never seen war is like a woman who's never given birth - soft in the head.
War means blind obedience, unthinking stupidity, brutish callousness, wanton destruction, and irresponsible murder.
In the extremity of war, character is revealed.
Man becomes his most creative during war.
There is nothing glamorous or romantic about war. It's mostly about random pointless death and misery.
There is no glory in war, yet from the blackness of its history, there emerge vivid colours of human character and courage. Those who risked their lives to help their friends.
War is not the quintessential emergency in which man has to prove himself, as my generation learned at its school desks in the days of the Kaiser; rather, peace is the emergency in which we all have to prove ourselves.
War paralyzes your courage and deadens the spirit of true manhood.