Quark: Maybe, but I still don't want you anywhere near them. Let me tell you something about humans, nephew. They're a wonderful, friendly people as long as their bellies are full and their holosuites are working. But take away their creature comforts, deprive them of food, sleep, sonic showers, put their lives in jeopardy over an extended period of time, and those same friendly, intelligent, wonderful people will become as nasty and as violent as the most bloodthirsty Klingon. You don't believe me? Look at those faces. Look in their eyes. You know I'm right, don't you? Well? Aren't you going to say something?
Nog: I feel sorry for the Jem'Hadar.
I have walked through valleys of sin and oceans of night. I have looked daemons and traitors in their eyes. I have heard the whispers of dark things that wanted my soul. And never once have I encountered anything that has struck the fear into me that a Xenos would feel if it ever truly understood the resolve of the Human Race.
— Daenyathos, "Reliquerae Tactica," Warhammer 40,000
Humans were a bad enemy to fight - which also made them a good enemy, for orks made little distinction between the two concepts. No matter how many humans were killed, there were always more to take their place, shiploads of them brimming with vengeance. Humans were like a weed, like a disease, almost impossible to cleanse from a world. For a greenskin that made them something more than an enemy, for a fight against a favoured enemy was a joyous thing. Orks loved going to war with humans, because defeating the humans meant something.
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for I'm the baddest motherfucker in the valley!
— Various, shamelessly ripping off The Bible
Humans. They are not the cowering wretches we were promised! They stand. They are unruly, and therefore cannot be ruled. To challenge them is to court death.
— The Other, The Avengers
To us, the Carmpan watchers, the withdrawn seers and touchers of minds, it appeared that you had carried the crushing weight of war through all your history knowing that it would at last be needed, that this hour would strike when nothing less awful would serve.
When the hour struck and our enemy came without warning, you were ready with swarming battle-fleets. You were dispersed and dug in on scores of planets, and heavily armed. Because you were, some of you and some of us are now alive.
War endures. War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.
The humans, I think, knew they were doomed. But where another race would surrender to despair, the humans fought back with even greater strength. They made the Minbari fight for every inch of space. In all my life, I have never seen anything like it; they would weep, they would pray, they would say goodbye to their loved ones... and then throw themselves, without fear or hesitation, at the very face of death itself. Never surrendering.
No one who saw them fighting against the inevitable could help but be moved to tears by their courage... their stubborn nobility. When they ran out of ships, they used guns. When they ran out of guns, they used... knives, and sticks, and bare hands. They were... magnificent.
I only hope that when it is my time that I may die with half as much dignity as I saw in their eyes in the end. They did this for two years. They never ran out of courage... but in the end, they ran out of time.
— Lando Mollari, Babylon 5
Six thousand years, ten thousand wars, one hundred thousand battles, one hundred million heroes.
— A succinct summary of human history, the Internet
Because your physical form is utterly incapable of damaging a human body in any way, while even a four-year-old child could render you unconscious in mere seconds.
— A human general to Vexxarr
Much as the bleeding hearts may dislike the fact, war and its culture form an integral part of human history and human life and are likely to do so for all future to come.
— The Culture of War, by Martin van Crevald
War is the father of us all.
— Greek proverb
Humans are weak and disgusting little creatures who love to fight.
It will be called the Battle of the Somme. It will begin on a date that will be called July 1, 1916. In this charge, on the first day twenty-thousand men will die. Twenty-five thousand more will be wounded. But most will survive, and charge again another day.
Belisarius shook his head. "How-?"
We do not know. We do not fully understand humans, even the Great Ones. But you will do it. You will do it again and again and again. And you will survive, again and again and again. We do not know how. But you will.
Soon after the departure of Felugund the other men of whom Bëor had spoken came also into Beleriand. First came the Haladin; but meeting the unfriendship of the Green-elves they turned North and dwelt in Thargelion in the country of Caranthir of Fëanor: there for a time they had peace, and the people of Caranthir paid little heed to them. In the next year Marach led his people over the mountains; they were a tall and warlike folk and the Elves of Osirian hid themselvdes and did not waylay them. But Marach, hearing that the people of Bëor were dwelling in a green and fertile land, came down and settled in the country south and east of the dwellings of Baran son of Bëor. And there was friendship between those peoples.
They recognized that in man they had an enemy who might prove formidable. There were all these marvels, like the distance pictures, there were the great cities at the height of their glory and power. And there were other things, too. Men had already begun to build ships that would take them across the emptiness. They had nothing like the ships of the Masters, but they had started and were learning fast. And they had weapons. One of these, from what he said, was of the nature of the iron eggs Beanpole had found in the Tunnel below the great-city; but as much more powerful as a bull compared to an ant. With one of these giant eggs, the Master told me, an area of land many miles in circumference could be scorched and blasted—one of the great-cities themselves completely obliterated.
We Terrans may not be much on the eight basic principles of aerial inertia tactics... but we are complete bastards.
MAN HAS NO SHARP TEETH, like the lion; no great claws, like the bear, he cannot run as swiftly as the leopard; he carries no poison like the snake...
Yet this poor animal, man, with no fur to cover him, no fangs to tear with, no claws to scratch with, is master of the earth. The lion runs from him. The bull blind with fury, comes to him - and is dragged away by mules to the butcher shop. The elephant, the rhinocerous, even the snorting buffalo, at last have got mans measure, and, when they scent him, hurry to their hiding places.
For man despite his weaknesses, has two weapons which other creatures do not have: he has the insight which teaches him to use sticks, stones, and metals as his claws and teeth and that most efficient of machines, the hand, which does all the bidding of his mind, to turn stick, flint, and leather thong into weapons which will strike down even King Wolf himself...
And from man's pride in the weapons that give him power has grown his art. In the dawn time, the earliest painters put pictures on their cavern walls showing man, with his spears and arrows, hunting the creatures to their doom. Still latter, songs were made to celebrate the sword, the chariot, the high-masted ship of war. No warrior-lord would go into the dark without his weapons, whether they were laid beside him in the grave, or carved in stone upon his tomb in a quiet country church...
Dare we say even that our sports and pastimes are free from conflict and death? Boxing, wrestling, fencing, archery, hunting, fishing-even football-are all reminders of man's desire to conquer, his need to stay alive against all the opponents the world has to set before him. Whether he is out in the deer stands or lonely beside the stream, or in tribes and packs struggling to gain possession of an oval ball that once was the head of a king, man is a fighter; and this book is meant to spy on him, down through the centuries, as he goes about his fundamental occupation of proving his mastery against all comers.
— Fighting Men: How Men Have Fought Through the Ages by Henry Treece and Ewart Oakeshaft
Vendetta: Do you believe this present cycle can deliver retribution?
Javik: They have earned the right to try.
The ship's staggering through the airspace, weaving and wobbling, and part of that might have been evasive maneuvers but I don't care how alien this bird is, you can tell it's wounded. It might as well be skywriting HOLY SHIT I'M FUCKED in black smoke.
And here comes the mofo that's kicked its ass and it's one of ours, it's a goddamned Apache. A 64D, I think, not even bleeding-edge. I mean, this is a flying saucer we're talking about - built by creatures from another fucking solar system - and it's getting its ass handed to it by a bunch of apes in a ten-year-old helicopter. Fuck yeah.
Mankind has had ten thousand years experience of warfare and if he must fight he has no excuse for not fighting well.
Animals flee this hell; the hardest stones cannot bear it for long; only man endures.
"We poison our air and water to weed out the weak! We set off fission bombs in our only biosphere! We nailed our God to a stick! Don't fuck with the human race!"
"I've never believed in the End Times. We are mankind. Our footprints are on the moon. When the last trumpet sounds and the Beast rises from the pit — we will kill it."
— Marshall Pentecost, Pacific Rim
"A single inescapable fact is that humanity united with infinitely greater purpose in pursuit of war, than they ever did in pursuit of peace."