No wars are more bitter than those undertaken in the name of religion.
Popular magazines multiply while the library shelves remain undisturbed.
Storehouses filled with merchandise will prove a better guarantee than arsenals bulging with ammunition.
Years in themselves mean nothing. How we live them means everything.
The search of the Holy Grail or the voyage towards a new continent never enlisted so much energy and so much faith as does this pursuit of youth by old age. It is a race not of the fleet but of the most credulous.
It is high time that the American people should remember a few home truths, and that we should refuse to become partners with a militarism which is still stalking unchecked under the pretense of national needs and of international justice.