Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a god.

One kills a man, one is an assassin; one kills millions, one is a conqueror; one kills everybody, one is a god.

He who foresees calamities, suffers them twice over.

One murder made a villain, Millions a hero.

War its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands.

But chiefly Thou, Whom soft-eyed Pity once led down from Heaven To bleed for man, to teach him how to live, And, oh! still harder lesson! how to die.