Quote by Mark Edwards

To me, all war is failure for humanity, though it often is a bounty for commerce.

To me, all war is failure for humanity, though it often is a

Summary

This quote suggests that war represents a failure for humanity as a whole, regardless of any potential economic benefits derived from it. It expresses the belief that instead of engaging in destructive conflicts, mankind should aim to peacefully resolve differences and promote mutual understanding. Despite the potential economic gains that war may bring to certain industries, the quote emphasizes that the negative consequences on human lives and society outweigh any material advantages. Ultimately, it conveys a perspective that emphasizes the importance of prioritizing cooperation, empathy, and peaceful resolutions in order to truly progress as a species.

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By Mark Edwards

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