War is a curtain of dense black fabric across all the hopes and kindliness of mankind. Yet always it has let through some gleams of light, and not--I am not dreaming--it grows threadbare, and here and there and at a thousand points the light is breaking through.
H. G. WellsThe establishment of the world community will surely exact a price – and who can tell what that price may be? – in toil, suffering and blood.
H. G. Wells