Violence is for mugs. War is for mugs.

As for the military advantage of such a bombardment, I simply cannot grasp it. I have seen housewives disemboweled, children mutilated; I have seen the old itinerant market crone sponge from her treasure the brains with which they were spattered. I have seen a janitor's wife come out of her cellar and douse the sullied pavement with a bucket of water, and I am still unable to understand what part these humble slaughterhouse accidents play in warfare.

Extreme violence has a way of preventing us from seeing the interests it serves.

We came in last night, and I haven't heard of any violence.

War's always the same! Children starve, women suffer, men lose their fortunes or turn into beasts!

Just as citizens, ... we feel badly about the fact that there's been a rash of violence. . . . Clearly, that was not our intent in publishing what we thought was a solid news item.