If only more of today's military personnel would realize that they are being used by the owning elite's as a publicly subsidized capitalist goon squad.

There are only two things we should fight for. One is the defense of our homes and the other is the Bill of Rights.

War is just a racket... I believe in adequate defense at the coastline and nothing else.

We must take the profit out of war.

War like any other racket, pays high dividends to the very few. The cost of operations is always transferred to the people who do not profit.

I helped make Mexico, especially Tampico, safe for American oil interests in 1914. I helped make Haiti and Cuba a decent place for the National City Bank boys to collect revenues in.

Only those who would be called upon to risk their lives for their country should have the privilege of voting to determine whether the nation should go to war.

Why don't those damn oil companies fly their own flags on their personal property-maybe a flag with a gas pump on it.

I spent thirty-three years in the Marines, most of my time being a hlgh class muscle man for Big Business, for Wall Street and the bankers. In short, I was a racketeer for capitalism.

War is a racket. It is the only one international in scope. It is the only one in which the profits are reckoned in dollars and the losses in lives.

War is a racket. It always has been. It is possibly the oldest, easily the most profitable, surely the most vicious.

Don't Trust Other..Make Others to Trust you..

War, hate, jealousy, racism - what are they but manifestations of fear?

A real miracle's a reminder and a warning that the line that separates the possible from the impossible isn't as firm as we like to think it is.

I used to think that once a writer became a man of letters, if only for a half hour, he was done for. And here I am now, at the very moment of such an odious, though respectable, danger.

Imperceptibly, more time passes when I'm not remembering our every moment together, not recreating our every conversation, re-imagining our love-making. It is immeasurably sad.

Everything connects to everything; therefore, as we change, the world cannot but change with us.

If you are moved only by the color relationships, then you miss the point.

And one might therefore say of me that in this book I have only made up a bunch of other people's flowers, and that of my own I have only provided the string that ties them together.

People get to like a soul, but a satisfactory hat makes an impression at first sight.

If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.