And they also will disappear--they who stand erect upon the ignominious death of the soldiers,--they will disappear along with the huge and palpitating pedestal in which they were rooted.

But they profit by the present, they believe it will last as long as they, and as they follow each other they say, "After us, the deluge." Some day all war will cease for want of fighters.
The spectacle of to-morrow is one of agony.

Wise men make laughable efforts to determine what may be, in the ages to come, the cause of the inhabited world's end.

Will it be a comet, the rarefaction of water, or the extinction of the sun, that will destroy mankind?
They have forgotten the likeliest and nearest cause--Suicide.
They who say, "There will always be war," do not know what they are saying.

They are preyed upon by the common internal malady of shortsight.