Empires dissolve and peoples disappear, song passes not away.
And though circuitous and obscureThe feet of Nemesis how sure!
Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.
Song is not Truth, not Wisdom, but the rose Upon Truths lips, the light in Wisdom's eyes.
Fiat justitia et ruant coeli. Let justice be done, though the heavens may fall. See Ferdinand I 320:1.
Personally, I do not believe that we shall have greater armaments in the future than we have had in the past. On the contrary, I believe there will be a gradual diminution in this respect.