Perhaps wars weren't won anymore. Maybe they went on forever. Maybe it was another Hundred Years' War.

Later he had seen the things that he could never think of and later still he had seen much worse.

As long as you can start, you are all right. The juice will come.

I love you for all that you are, all that you have been, all that you're yet to be.

No weapon has ever settled a moral problem. It can impose a solution but it cannot guarantee it to be a just one. You can wipe out your opponents. But if you do it unjustly you become eligible for being wiped out yourself.

The sinews of war are five - men, money, materials, maintenance (food) and morale.

And you'll always love me won't you? Yes And the rain won't make any difference? No