It is not only the living who are killed in war.

One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly.

The act of dying is one of the acts of life.

Germany has reduced savagery to a science, and this great war for the victorious peace of justice must go on until the German cancer is cut clean out of the world body.

A siege is an act of war.

Communism has never come to power in a country that was not disrupted by war or corruption, or both.

Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence. In other words, it is war minus the shooting.

The loss of young first love is so painful that it borders on the ludicrous.

The greatest tragedy in mankind’s entire history may be the hijacking of morality by religion.

Absence and death are the same – only that in death there is no suffering.

I had a friend who was a clown. When he died, all his friends went to the funeral in one car.

With those attacks, the terrorists and their supporters declared war on the United States. And war is what they got.

History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamor of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good people.

In college, a loss is pretty devastating. That feeling kind of goes away in an 82-game season. You hate to lose, but you also have a lot more games to make up for it.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

Mine is only one of the millions of hearts broken over the death of Whitney Houston, I will always be grateful and in awe of the wonderful performance she did on my song, and I can truly say from the bottom of my heart, ‚Whitney, I will always love you. You will be missed.‘

One of the good things about the way the Gulf War ended in 1991 is, you’d see the Vietnam veterans marching with the Gulf War veterans.

There is nothing that compares to the Holocaust.

Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it.

Unconditional war can no longer lead to unconditional victory. It can no longer serve to settle disputes… can no longer be of concern to great powers alone.

An unused life is an early death.

I was so upset with what was going on in the world. I just couldn’t stand the idea of being people tortured and that we even had such a thing as war. I hated the older generation, who had not done anything about it. Punk was a call-to-arms for me.

We shall never be able to remove suspicion and fear as potential causes of war until communication is permitted to flow, free and open, across international boundaries.

I don’t think the war in Afghanistan was ruthlessly enough waged.

You can’t make war in the Middle East without Egypt and you can’t make peace without Syria.

San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories.

Death obsesses me, yes it does. I can’t really understand why it doesn’t obsess everyone – I think it does really, I’m just a little more out about it.

This is not Johnson’s war. This is America’s war. If I drop dead tomorrow, this war will still be with you.

No war is over until the enemy says it’s over.

We of the sinking middle class may sink without further struggles into the working class where we belong, and probably when we get there it will not be so dreadful as we feared, for, after all, we have nothing to lose.

I was not an anthropology student prior to the war. I took it up as part of a personal readjustment following some bewildering experiences as an infantryman and later as a prisoner of war in Dresden, Germany. The science of the Study of Man has been extremely satisfactory from that personal standpoint.

It’s silly talking about how many years we will have to spend in the jungles of Vietnam when we could pave the whole country and put parking stripes on it and still be home by Christmas.

No matter how prepared you think you are for the death of a loved one, it still comes as a shock, and it still hurts very deeply.

After your death you will be what you were before your birth.

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

Biography lends to death a new terror.

Violent men have not been known in history to die to a man. They die up to a point.

Alas, I am dying beyond my means.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

I joyfully hasten to meet death. If it come before I have had opportunity to develop all my artistic faculties, it will come, my hard fate notwithstanding, too soon, and I should probably wish it later – yet even then I shall be happy, for will it not deliver me from a state of endless suffering?

Generally, the younger the victim, the greater the grief. Yet even when the elderly or infirm have been afforded merciful relief, their loved ones are rarely ready to let go.

There is hardly such a thing as a war in which it makes no difference who wins. Nearly always one side stands more or less for progress, the other side more or less for reaction.

But does that mean that war and violence are inevitable? I would argue not because we have also evolved this amazingly sophisticated intellect, and we are capable of controlling our innate behavior a lot of the time.

The true face of smoking is disease, death and horror – not the glamour and sophistication the pushers in the tobacco industry try to portray.

We’re all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities. We are eaten up by nothing.

We want our marriage to be a triumph, not a tragedy.

Take the diplomacy out of war and the thing would fall flat in a week.

We did not raise armies for glory or for conquest.

To abandon oneself to principles is really to die – and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.

War is just when it is necessary; arms are permissible when there is no hope except in arms.

Politics is the womb in which war develops.

Irrespective of age, we mourn for those loved and lost. Mourning is one of the deepest expressions of pure love.

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.

You say it is the good cause that hallows even war? I say unto you: it is the good war that hallows any cause.

The loss of life will be irreplaceable.

If we lose love and self respect for each other, this is how we finally die.

God tries you in certain, certain ways. Some people are rich, and they believe in God. They lose the money, things get hard, they get weak and quit going to church. Quit serving God like they did.

Death is just life’s next big adventure.

Sometimes I think it would be easier to avoid old age, to die young, but then you’d never complete your life, would you? You’d never wholly know you.

The only defensible war is a war of defense.

The invasion of Iraq, particularly, gave a big shot in the arm to the jihadi extremists.