They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.

How wonderful it is to be an American. We have known the best of times and the worst of times.

The U.S. military is not war weary. Our military draws strength from confronting our enemies when clear policy objectives are set and we are fully resourced for the fight.

The American claim that the bombing of North Vietnam was directed against military targets does not withstand direct investigation.

Those who hope for no other life are dead even for this.

Our life is made by the death of others.

War is not an exercise of the will directed at an inanimate matter.

It was an act of patriotism when we worked to pass a law allowing the prosecution of federal hate crimes in the name of Matthew Shepard and James Byrd.

We did not raise armies for glory or for conquest.

Great achievement is usually born of great sacrifice, and is never the result of selfishness.

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

Death is not natural for a state as it is for a human being, for whom death is not only necessary, but frequently even desirable.

When I am abroad, I always make it a rule never to criticize or attack the government of my own country. I make up for lost time when I come home.

I’d read up on the history of our country and I’d become fascinated with the story of the Alamo. To me it represented the fight for freedom, not just in America, but in all countries.

We are a nation founded as a rebuke to tyranny. A nation of revolutionaries who refused sovereign reign from afar. Hear me – we’re a nation that says give us your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. A nation built on our differences, guided by the belief that we’re all created equal.

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

You must not fear death, my lads; defy him, and you drive him into the enemy’s ranks.

We’ve persevered because of a belief we share with the Iraqi people – a belief that out of the ashes of war, a new beginning could be born in this cradle of civilization. Through this remarkable chapter in the history of the United States and Iraq, we have met our responsibility. Now, it’s time to turn the page.

Those who can win a war well can rarely make a good peace and those who could make a good peace would never have won the war.

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?

In war the heroes always outnumber the soldiers ten to one.

The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.

I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.

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

And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish’d from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish’d from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment!

There’s no political point worth my son’s life.

Except for the young or very happy, I can’t say I am sorry for anyone who dies.

What we live by we die by.

As a medical doctor, I have known the face of adversity. I have seen much of death and dying, suffering and sorrow. I also remember the plight of students overwhelmed by their studies and of those striving to learn a foreign language. And I recall the fatigue and frustration felt by young parents with children in need.

Diplomats are just as essential to starting a war as soldiers are for finishing it… You take diplomacy out of war, and the thing would fall flat in a week.

I will never relent in defending America – whatever it takes.

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

Our nature consists in motion; complete rest is death.

In modern war… you will die like a dog for no good reason.

What an encouraging thought that Jesus – our beloved Husband – can find comfort in our lowly feeble gifts! Can this be, for it seems far too good to be true? May we then be willing to endure trials or even death itself if through these hardships we are assisted in bringing gladness to Immanuel’s heart.

To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.

Ladies and gentlemen, god bless America – land of the free, home of the brave.

There are patriots who opposed the war in Iraq and there are patriots who supported the war in Iraq. We are one people, all of us pledging allegiance to the stars and stripes, all of us defending the United States of America.

Allow the president to invade a neighboring nation whenever he shall deem it necessary to repel an invasion,and you allow him to do so whenever he may choose to say he deems it necessary for such purpose – and you allow him to make war at pleasure.

Hallow the body as a temple to comeliness and sanctify the heart as a sacrifice to love; love recompenses the adorers.

In war, you can only be killed once, but in politics, many times.

In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.

We lived in a tall, narrow Victorian house, which my parents had bought very cheaply during the war, when everyone thought London was going to be bombed flat. In fact, a V-2 rocket landed a few houses away from ours. I was away with my mother and sister at the time, but my father was in the house.

While I understand the passions and the anger that arise over the death of Michael Brown, giving into that anger by looting or carrying guns, and even attacking the police, only serves to raise tensions and stir chaos.

That’s one of the biggest things. Never being home, always traveling, having different interests and focusing on different things, just the time aspect of going back home and seeing them, you don’t have that at all. It was a big sacrifice but, at the end of the day, it was worth it.

A war is a horrible thing, but it’s also a unifier of countries.

In the flush of love’s light, we dare be brave. And suddenly we see that love costs all we are, and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free.

The United States is not, and never will be, at war with Islam.

We have a great group of guys that really sacrifice every night, care about each other, and try to play the right away.

The connection between dress and war is not far to seek; your finest clothes are those you wear as soldiers.

How could man rejoice in victory and delight in the slaughter of men?

Death is a fearful thing.

When we assumed the Soldier, we did not lay aside the Citizen.

Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides.

The ancients recommended us to sacrifice to the Graces, but Milton sacrificed to the Devil.

It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time.

The argument that resistance to the war should remain strictly nonviolent seems to me overwhelming.

The Iraqis have become invested in their nationhood.

A faction willing to take the risks of making war on the ossified status quo in the Middle East can be described as many things, but not as conservative.

If we desire to avoid insult, we must be able to repel it; if we desire to secure peace, one of the most powerful instruments of our rising prosperity, it must be known, that we are at all times ready for War.

I look forward to death with great anticipation, to meeting God face to face.