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«Don't throw away your friendship with your teenager over behavior that has no great moral significance. There will be plenty of real issues that require you to stand like a rock. Save your big guns for those crucial confrontations.»
«Guns don't kill people, people kill people, and monkeys do too (if they have a gun).»
«If football players were armed with guns, there wouldn't be stadiums large enough to hold the crowds»
«Guns are neat little things, aren't they? They can kill extraordinary people with very little effort.»
«In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on rowThat mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and were loved, and now we lieIn Flanders fields.Take up our quarrel with the foe:To you from failing hands we throwThe torch; be yours to hold it high.If ye break faith with us who dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies growIn Flanders fields.»
Author: John McCrae
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Peace,
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World War I
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«Ideas are more powerful than guns. We would not let our enemies have guns, why should we let them have ideas.»
«From a distance, We all have enough, And no one is in need,And there are no guns, no bombs and no disease, No hungry mouths to feed - God is watching us, God is watching us, God is watching us, From a distance»
«Elevate those guns a little lower.»
«Guns aren't lawful; nooses give; gas smells awful. So you might as well live.»
«For every Southern boy fourteen years old, not once but whenever he wants it, there is the instant when it's still not yet two o?clock on that July afternoon in 1863, the brigades are in position behind the rail fence, the guns are laid and ready in the woods and the furled flags are already loosened to break out and Pickett himself with his long oiled ringlets and his hat in one hand probably and his sword in the other looking up the hill waiting for Longstreet to give the word and it's all in the balance, it hasn't happened yet, it hasn't even begun yet, it not only hasn't begun yet but there is still time for it not to begin against that position and those circumstances which made more men than Garnett and Kemper and Armistead and Wilcox look grave yet it's going to begin, we all know that, we have come too far with too much at stake and that moment doesn't need even a fourteen-year-old boy to think This time. Maybe this time with all this much to lose and all this much to gain: Pennsylvania, Maryland, the world, the golden dome of Washington itself to crown with desperate and unbelievable victory the desperate gamble, the cast made two years ago.... William Faulkner, Intruder In The Dust»
Author: William Faulkner
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