My father belongs to the generation that fought the war in the 1940s. When I was a kid my father told me stories – not so many, but it meant a lot to me. I wanted to know what happened then, to my father’s generation. It’s a kind of inheritance, the memory of it.

When the war of the giants is over the wars of the pygmies will begin.

Washington still refuses to provide evidence to support the claims in 1990 that a huge Iraqi military build-up on the Saudi border justified war.

My father used to have an expression. He’d say, ‚Joey, a job is about a lot more than a paycheck. It’s about your dignity. It’s about respect. It’s about your place in your community.‘

War is not an independent phenomenon, but the continuation of politics by different means.

War is a contagion.

Like a baseball game, wars are not over till they are over. Wars don’t run on a clock like football. No previous generation was so hopelessly unrealistic that this had to be explained to them.

War is mainly a catalogue of blunders.

War will never cease until babies begin to come into the world with larger cerebrums and smaller adrenal glands.

Maybe stories are just data with a soul.

We make war that we may live in peace.

War had always seemed to me to be a purely human behavior. Accounts of warlike behavior date back to the very first written records of human history; it seemed to be an almost universal characteristic of human groups.

No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.

From childhood on, I did sit in the courtroom watching my father argue cases and talk to juries.

You tell me: Can you live crushed under the weight of the present? Without a memory of the past and without the desire to look ahead to the future by building something, a future, a family? Can you go on like this? This, to me, is the most urgent problem that the Church is facing.

I only see clearly what I remember.

The real and lasting victories are those of peace, and not of war.

A great city, whose image dwells in the memory of man, is the type of some great idea. Rome represents conquest; Faith hovers over the towers of Jerusalem; and Athens embodies the pre-eminent quality of the antique world, Art.

Each nation feels superior to other nations. That breeds patriotism – and wars.

The happiest conversation is that of which nothing is distinctly remembered, but a general effect of pleasing impression.

Russia isn’t going to start a war. They can’t afford it. I think Mr. Putin can be dealt with if we stop screaming at him. You can work with the guy. You just have to know who he is.

If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.

Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.

As this long and difficult war ends, I would like to address a few special words to the American people: Your steadfastness in supporting our insistence on peace with honor has made peace with honor possible.

The true art of memory is the art of attention.

Nothing has really happened until it has been recorded.

When I’m on stage, it’s really intense. My mind is going a million miles an hour, trying to remember my act, trying to say it all the right way. It’s funny how different it looks and how it’s happening. There are three Fellini circuses in my head, and outwardly it looks like I’m going to get a bagel.

A war with Pakistan would be an utter disaster.

War is the greatest plague that can afflict humanity, it destroys religion, it destroys states, it destroys families. Any scourge is preferable to it.

War is a poor chisel to carve out tomorrow.

The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war.

I was born during the war and grew up in a time of rationing. We didn’t have anything. It’s influenced the way I look at the world.

Maybe I should say that memory interests me a great deal, because I think we all tell stories of our lives to ourselves as well as to other people. Well, women do, anyway. Women do this a lot. And I think when men get older, they do this too, but maybe in slightly different terms.

My father wasn’t a cruel man. And I loved him. But he was a pretty tough character. His own father was even tougher – one of those Victorians, hard as iron – but my dad was tough enough.

When we are sick, we want an uncommon doctor; when we have a construction job to do, we want an uncommon engineer, and when we are at war, we want an uncommon general. It is only when we get into politics that we are satisfied with the common man.

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

My father was a research scientist in tropical medicine, so I always assumed I would be a scientist, too. I felt that medicine was too vague and inexact, so I chose physics.

I shall proceed from the simple to the complex. But in war more than in any other subject we must begin by looking at the nature of the whole; for here more than elsewhere the part and the whole must always be thought of together.

War is never a solution; it is an aggravation.

When I first went to places where people were suffering from war and persecution, I felt ashamed of my feelings of sadness. I could see more possibilities in my life.

People see things differently and remember things differently. It’s why if somebody robs a liquor store and there are four witnesses they’ll often disagree.

Geologists have a saying – rocks remember.

For a war to be just three conditions are necessary – public authority, just cause, right motive.

Yesterday’s just a memory, tomorrow is never what it’s supposed to be.

I do not, in fact, use many puns. Certainly there are far fewer than people believe. But I suspect the ones I do occasionally use tend to hang around in people’s memories for a while.

War should be the only study of a prince. He should consider peace only as a breathing-time, which gives him leisure to contrive, and furnishes as ability to execute, military plans.

We can best help you to prevent war not by repeating your words and following your methods but by finding new words and creating new methods.

Once you’ve grown to accept something and it becomes part of the system you’ve inherited, you don’t even notice it any longer.

War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.

Right now I’m having amnesia and deja vu at the same time… I think I’ve forgotten this before.

War is not merely a political act but a real political instrument, a continuation of political intercourse, a carrying out of the same by other means.

I can remember being home from school with tonsillitis and writing stories in bed to pass the time.

War may sometimes be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary, it is always an evil, never a good. We will not learn how to live together in peace by killing each other’s children.

Nobody is forgotten when it is convenient to remember him.

I’m speaking for all of us. I’m the spokesman for a generation.

I come from – I came from Wales, and it’s a strong, butch society. We were in the war and all that. People didn’t waste time feeling sorry for themselves. You had to get on with it. So my credo is get on with it. I don’t waste time being soft. I’m not cold, but I don’t like being, wasting my time with – life’s too short.

The nature of the human mind is such that unless it is stimulated by images of things acting upon it from without, all remembrance of them passes easily away.

War is a quarrel between two thieves too cowardly to fight their own battle.

Reactionaries often describe both Marx and Lenin as theorists, without taking into consideration that their utopias inspired Russia and China – the two countries called upon to lead a new world which will allow for human survival if imperialism does not first unleash a criminal, exterminating war.

Each new generation born is in effect an invasion of civilization by little barbarians, who must be civilized before it is too late.

I wasn’t allowed to go to movies when I was kid; my father was a minister. 101 Dalmatians and King of Kings, that was the extent of it.