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“War is a quarrel between two thieves too cowardly to fight their own battle.”

Quote by Thomas Carlyle

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Thomas Carlyle, born on December 4, 1795, and died on February 5, 1881, was a prominent Scottish philosopher, historian, and writer. His works are known for their profound social criticism and unique literary style, which had a significant impact on 19th-century British literature and thought. more

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