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It is bias to think that the art of war is just for killing people. It is not to kill people, it is to kill evil. It is a strategem to give life to many people by killing the evil of one person.
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Quoted in Thomas Cleary, "The Japanese Art of War," 1991

 

Yagyu Munenori

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