Modern man likes to pretend that his thinking is wide-awake. But this wide-awake thinking has led us into the mazes of a nightmare in which the torture chambers are endlessly repeated in the mirrors of reason. Octavio Paz

In the arts of life man invents nothing; but in the arts of death he outdoes Nature herself, and produces by chemistry and machinery all the slaughter of plague, pestilence, and famine. George Bernard Shaw

History seems to us an arena of instincts and fashions, of appetite, avarice, and craving for power, of blood lust, violence, destruction, and wars, of ambitious ministers, venal generals, bombarded cities, and we too easily forget that this is only one of its many aspects. Above all we forget that we ourselves are a part of history, that we are the product of growth and are condemned to perish if we lose the capacity for further growth and change. We are ourselves history and share the responsibility for world history and our position in it. But we gravely lack awareness of this responsibility. Herman Hesse

How can one not speak about war, poverty, and inequality when people who suffer from these afflictions don't have a voice to speak? Isabel Allende

All futurity Seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage. William Blake

It is in these acts called trivialities that the seeds of joy are forever wasted, until men and women look round with haggard faces at the devastation their own waste has made, and say, the earth bears no harvest of sweetness-calling their denial knowledge. George Eliot

I can only see death and more death, till we are black and swollen with death. D.H. Lawrence

All nations have blood on their hands. Robert John Knapp

What the horrors of war are, no one can imagine. They are not wounds and blood and fever, spotted and low, or dysentery, chronic and acute, cold and heat and famine. They are intoxication, drunken brutality, demoralization and disorder on the part of the inferior . jealousies, meanness, indifference, selfish brutality on the part of the superior. Florence Nightingale

There are flood and drought, Over the eyes and in the mouth, Dead water and dead sand, Contending for the upper hand. The parched eviscerate soil Gapes at the vanity of toil, Laughs without mirth. This is the death of the earth. T.S. Eliot

This we know: the earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. Man did not weave the web of life: he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself. Seattle, Chief of the Duwamish, Suquamish and Alli

Those who have been immersed in the tragedy of massive death during wartime, and who have faced it squarely, never allowing their senses and feelings to become numbed and indifferent, have emerged from their experiences with growth and humanness greater than that achieved through almost any other means. Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

As I came to power peacefully, so shall I keep it. Corazon (Cory) Aquino

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