Quote by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
"Warless? when her tens are thousands, and her thousands millions, then—
All her harvest all too narrow—who can fancy warless men?
Warless? war will die out late then. Will it ever? late or soon?
Can it, till this outworn earth be dead as yon dead world the moon?"
— Alfred, Lord Tennyson, from Locksley Hall Sixty Years after