For what can war, but endless war, still breed?
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the destructive nature of war and its perpetuation.
John Milton's quote questions the purpose of war, suggesting that it leads only to more conflict and suffering without any resolution. It invites contemplation on the cyclical violence that war engenders and challenges the idea that war can yield any positive outcomes, ultimately highlighting the futility of such actions.
In practice
During a peace rally, to emphasize the need for resolution over conflict.
They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms: Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide; They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones.
Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss
The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.
Apt words have power to suage the tumors of a troubled mind.
It is vital that there is a narrator figure whom people believe. That's why I never do commercials. If I started saying that margarine was the same as motherhood, people would think I was a liar.
How lovely it is that there are words and sounds. Are not words and sounds rainbows and illusive bridges between things which are eternally apart?
'T is heaven alone that is given away; 'T is only God may be had for the asking.
All stories are true,β Skarpi said. βBut this one really happened, if thatβs what you mean.β He took another slow drink, then smiled again, his bright eyes dancing. βMore or less. You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way. Too much truth confuses the facts. Too much honesty makes you sound insincere.
When I became a monk, it didn't feel like I was giving up that much. I actually felt like I had made the best decision, because anyone who hadn't focused on building themselves up was the one losing out.
Each activity of daily life in which we stretch ourselves on behalf of others is a prayer in action.
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