A dream has power to poison sleep.
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War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.
Interpretation
What this quote means
War is influenced by various professions and interests, highlighting the complexities of human conflicts.
This quote by Percy Bysshe Shelley explores the multifaceted nature of war, suggesting that it involves not only statesmen who strategize and make decisions, but also has implications for religious leaders, legal professionals, and those who profit from violence. It illustrates how war is intertwined with human ambition and serves different purposes for different people, often leading to moral dilemmas and societal consequences.
Themes
WarPoliticsConflictHuman NatureMorality
In practice
Example use cases
During a speech on the complexities of conflict, one might say, 'As Percy Bysshe Shelley noted, war is not just a matter of military strategy but involves various societal roles.'
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