People always make war when they say they love peace

People always make war when they say they love peace.

Loud peace propaganda makes war seem imminent.

Naught is possessed, neither gold, nor land nor love, nor life, nor peace, nor even sorrow nor death, nor yet salvation. Say of nothing: It is mine. Say only: It is with me.

But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness and giving in.

When I wish I was rich, then I know I am ill