The tragedy of the human condition is that the thing that makes us most human - community - originates in the inhumanity of war.

Wars are times of intense technological transformation, because societies invest - sometimes with extensive borrowing - when and where matters of life and death are at stake.

Conventional analysis suffers from a profound failure of imagination. It imagines passing clouds to be permanent and is blind to powerful, long-term shifts taking place in full view of the world.

I think there are worse things than war. For example, injustice.

Anger does not make history. Power does. And power may be supplemented by anger, but it derives from more fundamental realities; geography, demographics, technology, and culture.

What is American strategy first of all? So American strategy is to command the seas, right? The foundation of our power is sea control. Nobody can invade us, but we can invade them.

Well the most likely emerging countries are Japan, Turkey, and Poland. So I would say Eastern Europe, the Middle East and a maritime war by Japan with the United States enjoying its own pleasures.

A century is about events. A decade is about people.

Idealism is frequently another word for self-righteousness, a disease that can only be corrected by a profound understanding power in its complete sense.

The poets think about war more than the social scientists.

The Chinese have a long history of slaughtering each other without bothering their neighbors.

What do they know of cricket who only cricket know?

The leaders have the responsibility to protect and hold in high esteem the law and virtues of the land.

Tell us which ideas you promote and we will know which type of person you are.

I don't love studying. I hate studying. I like learning. Learning is beautiful.

In nature there are neither rewards nor punishments there are consequences.

Servants must be big people. Big enough to go on, remembering the right and forgetting the wrong.

The nightingale appear'd the first, And as her melody she sang, The apple into blossom burst, To life the grass and violets sprang.

In the North the first words are, Help me; in the South, Love me.

I enjoyed my life when I had nothing... and kinda like the idea of just being happy with me.

Study and research into truth often only serves to make us see by experience our natural ignorance.