Who does not know the evils of war cannot appreciate its benefits.
Sun TzuRead
Generally in war the best policy is to take a state intact; to ruin it is inferior to this.
Interpretation
In warfare, it is wiser to maintain the integrity of a state rather than to destroy it.
This quote by Sun Tzu emphasizes the importance of preserving the strength and resources of a state in war. Instead of focusing on total destruction, which can be counterproductive, the strategy should aim at gaining control while allowing the state to remain functional, ultimately leading to better outcomes in governance and resource management after the conflict.
In practice
In a discussion about military strategy at a conference.
Who does not know the evils of war cannot appreciate its benefits.
Great results, can be achieved with small forces.
To capture an enemies army is better than to destroy it.
The general who wins the battle makes many calculations in his temple before the battle is fought. The general who loses makes but few calculations beforehand.
You can ensure the success of your attacks if you only attack places that are undefended. You can ensure the safety of your defense if you only hold positions that cannot be attacked. Therefore, that general is skillful in attack whose opponent does not know what to defend; and he is skillful in defense whose opponent does not know what to attack.
If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.
We are more pained when one of our friends is guilty of something shameful than when we do it ourselves.
We have to have powder for our wigs; that is why so many poor people have no bread.
So a voice in the mountain is enough to let loose an avalanche. A word too much may be followed by a caving in. If the word had not been spoken, it would not have happened.
There seemed to be some heavenly support beneath his shoulder blades that lifted his feet from the ground in ecstatic suspension, as if he secretly enjoyed the ability to fly but was walking as a compromise to convention.
Far away, I could hear them lapping up my brains. Like Macbeth's witches, the three lithe cats surrounded my broken head, slurping up that thick soup inside. The tips of their rough tongues licked the soft folds of my mind. And with each lick my consciousness flickered like a flame and faded away.
It 's no fish ye 're buying, it 's men's lives.
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