So it was that the war in the air began. Men rode upon the whirlwind that night and slew and fell like archangels. The sky rained heroes upon the astonished earth. Surely the last fights of mankind were the best. What was the heavy pounding of your Homeric swordsmen, what was the creaking charge of chariots, besides this swift rush, this crash, this giddy triumph, this headlong sweep to death?

There's truths you have to grow into.

Affliction comes to us, not to make us sad but sober; not to make us sorry but wise.

This little upset across the water doesn't mean anything. Threatened men live long and threatened wars never occur.

Even men who were engaged in organizing debt-serf cultivation and debt-serf industrialism in the American cotton districts, in the old rubber plantations, and in the factories of India, China, and South Italy, appeared as generous supporters of and subscribers to the sacred cause of individual liberty.

A world revolution to a higher social order, a world order, or utter downfall lies before us all.

We must end war before war ends us.