I'll keep us out of war with Oklahoma!
The war against terrorism is one we must win.
In war there is no prize for runner-up.
War doesn't need more participants. It needs fewer participants.
The Jews have opened fire, and they are unready to begin a war.
I followed the war wherever I could reach it.
War is a poor chisel to carve out tomorrow.
Burning dinner is not incompetence but war.
We don't go to war on narrow, partisan votes.
We are a nation at war - and we should act like it.
I do not believe in terrorism, violence, destruction, murder, pre-emption, or War.
War would end if the dead could return.
Baneful indeed is the scourge of war.
War is not an academic exercise.
The only winner in the War of 1812 was Tchaikovsky.
Today is such a time, when the project of interpretation is largely reactionary, stifling. Like the fumes of the automobile and of heavy industry which befoul the urban atmosphere, the effusion of interpretations of art today poisons our sensibilitie...
I needed to talk to my dad. My dad who had been to war, who had seen its horrors, who suffered from its nightmares, my dad who was a good man, the best man I’d ever known, who, along with my uncle, I wanted to honor by teaching military kids—my d...
Es war der Purpurne, der Ausgleich schaffte zwischen den Brüdern der ersten Brut. Er wusste um das Feuer in ihren Herzen und sorgte sich, dass ein Streit sie alle entzweien würde. So bat er die Alben, ihm Kinder zu erschaffen, die den Schleier der ...
Michael Ledeen—a contributing editor of and a Freedom Scholar at the influential neoconservative think tank American Enterprise Institute—wrote on the blog in November 2006: 'I had and have no involvement with our Iraq policy'. I opposed the mili...
On the second floor was the office in which Houston pounded an ancient typewriter with two fingers, always setting an example of unceasing hard work for his admiring students. They had no hint of the fact that their hard-driving dean had contracted t...
Most days I live awed by the world we have still, rather than mourning the worlds we have lost. The bandit mask of a cedar waxwing on a bare branch a few feet away; the clear bright sun of a frozen winter noon; the rise of Orion in the eastern evenin...
