By Alfred Adler
Everybody has a best friend, but few lucky ones like me have a best friend who also doubles up as their brother. Good morning.
Real friend cares like a mom, scolds like a dad, teases like a sister, irritates like a brother, and loves more than a lover.
All efforts to make politics aesthetic culminate in one thing, war.
Better a cautious commander, and not a rash one.
I can testify to what UNICEF means to children because I was among those who received food and medical relief right after World War II.
We, humans, are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.
Poetry, is a life long war waged against ineffable beauty.
Poets are souls at war with words from battles waged within.
I don’t drink and drive. I could live with killing myself but I couldn’t live with killing someone else.
My poetry is a declaration of war, not an exordium to defeat. It is not the defeated soldier’s drumbeat of despair, but the fighting warrior’s will to win. It is not the de- spirited voice of dejection but the stirring shout of victory.
We are unnecessarily wasting our precious resources in wars… if we must wage war, we have to do it on unemployment, disease, poverty, and backwardness.
In the euphoria after the Cold War, there was a misplaced notion that the UN could solve every problem anywhere.
Men of sense often learn from their enemies. It is from their foes, not their friends, that cities learn the lesson of building high walls and ships of war; and this lesson saves their children, their homes, and their properties.
War is a blessing compared with national degradation.
Nullification means insurrection and war; and the other states have a right to put it down.
The day when two army corps can annihilate each other in one second, all civilized nations, it is to be hoped, will recoil from war and discharge their troops.
The savants will write excellent volumes. There will be laureates. But wars will continue just the same until the forces of the circumstances render them impossible.
The first time I saw nitroglycerine was at the beginning of the Crimean War. Professor Zinin in St. Petersburg exhibited some to my father and me, and struck some on an anvil to show that only the part touched by the hammer exploded without spreading.
War is not the continuation of politics with different means, it is the greatest mass- crime perpetrated on the community of man.
To all those who walk the path of human cooperation war must appear loathsome and inhuman.