There is no peace because the making of peace is at least as costly as the making of war - at least as exigent, at least as disruptive, at least as liable to bring disgrace and prison and death in its wake.
Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.
Political and social events must also be effective, but not in a very obvious fashion. But political confusion and prolonged peace undoubtedly affect creative thought but whether they respectively hinder or help it is not at all certain.
Hunger and sex still dominate the primitive mammalian side of human existence, but at the present time it looks as if humanity were within sight of their satisfaction. Permanent plenty, no longer a Utopian dream, awaits the arrival of permanent peace.
We all say no to war, we are all for justice and peace. But sometimes in order to maintain peace, armed action is necessary. But we hope it won't be the case.
If we are surrounded by the trivial and the vicious, it is all too easy to make our peace with it.
There is no question that al-Qaida operatives are currently active in Iraq. A premature exit before the threat they represent has been dealt with would endanger America and the prospects of eventual peace in the Middle East.
I too hope in this short reign to be a man of peace.
Peace, if it ever exists, will not be based on the fear of war but on the love of peace.
Peace does not include a vendetta; there will be neither winners nor losers.
You cannot make peace with terrorists. The normal dividing lines between war and peace do not apply.
And I've come to the place where I believe that there's no way to solve these problems, these issues - there's nothing that we can do that will solve the problems that we have and keep the peace, unless we solve it through God, unless we solve it in being our highest self. And that's a pretty tall order.
Winning the peace is harder than winning the war.
When I lived in New York, not only did I have safety locks on the door but I had the music going, keeping the city at a distance, trying to find creative time and peace and so forth.
It is thus tolerance that is the source of peace, and intolerance that is the source of disorder and squabbling.