The worst part of war is that so many people enjoy it.

What I hated even more than the conflict was the lurid spectacle of a world of unreason.

When this immediate evil power has been defeated, we shall not yet have won the long battle with the elemental barbarities. Another Hitler, it may be an invisible adversary, will attempt, again, and yet again, to destroy our frail civilization. Is it true, I wonder, that the only way to escape a war is to be in it? When one is a part of an actuality does the imagination find a release?

The worst thing about war is that so many people enjoy it.

I have little faith in the theory that organized killing is the best prelude to peace.