War

"Convince your enemy that he will gain very little by attacking you; this will diminish his enthusiasm."

"There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet. "Is this the moment?" Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. "OI! There's a war going on here!" Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other. "I know, mate," said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, "so it's now or never, isn't it?" "Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?" Harry shouted. "D'you think you could just --- just hold it in, until we've got the diadem?" "Yeah --- right --- sorry ---" said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face."

"There are many causes I would die for. There is not a single cause I would kill for."

"Be where your enemy is not."

"Only the dead have seen the end of war."

"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."

"The reflection upon my situation and that of this army produces many an uneasy hour when all around me are wrapped in sleep. Few people know the predicament we are in."

"A bad war is fought with a good mind."

"When you smoke you don't want to war."

"He who conquers himself is the mightiest warrior."

"Attack is the secret of defense; defense is the planning of an attack."

"Anyone who thinks must think of the next war as they would of suicide."