From WAR AND HELL

The old, old dream of empire— The dream of Alexander and Caesar, of Tamerlane and Genghis Khan— The dream of subject peoples carrying out our sovereign will through fear— The dream of a universe forced to converge upon us— The dream of pride and loftiness justified by strength of arms— The dream of our arbitrary “Yea” overcoming all “Nays” whatsoever— The dream of a cold, stern, hated machine of empire! But there is a more enticing dream: The dream of wise freedom made contagious— The dream of gratitude rising from broken fetters— The dream of coercion laid prostrate once for all— The dream of nations in love with each other without a thought of a common hatred or danger— The dream of tyrants stripped of their tyrannies and oppressors despoiled of their prey— The dream of a warm, throbbing, one-hearted empire of brothers!