The pictorial battlefield becomes a sea of mud mercifully veiled by the fog of war.

My only consolation for the failure of the Dardanelles was that God wished things to be prolonged in order to sicken mankind of war, and that therefore He had interfered with a project that would have brought the war to a speedier conclusion.

When someone says to me, Ugh, you smoke. I reply, Ugh, you're ugly. I can quit smoking.

I have always noticed that whenever a radical takes to Imperialism, he catches it in a very acute form.

Politics are very much like war. We may even have to use poison gas at times.

You know, in war, you don't have to be nice. You only have to be right.

There must be what Mr. Gladstone many years ago called a blessed act of oblivion. We must all turn our backs upon the horrors of the past. We must look to the future. We cannot afford to drag forward across the years that are to come the hatreds and revenges which have sprung from the injuries of the past.