It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood more vengeance more desolation. War is hell.

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood for vengeance for desolation. War is hell.

For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease he is burdened with his own sorrow and groans on seeing another's happiness.

I hope that no more groans of wounded men and women will ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit Chief above and that all people may be one people.