I went [to war] because I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want the glory or the pay; I wanted the right thing done.

War to the castles; peace to the cottages.

Don’t talk to me about naval tradition. It’s nothing but rum, sodomy, and the lash.

As peace is of all goodness, so war is an emblem, a hieroglyphic, of all misery.

There never was a good war or a bad peace.

You furnish the pictures, and I’ll furnish the war. 

Sometime they’ll give a war and nobody will come.

The fear of war is worse than war itself.

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. War is hell.

War is the child of pride, and pride the daughter of riches.

Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.