We love peace, but not peace at any price. — Douglas William Jerrold
We love peace, but not peace at any price. — Douglas William Jerrold
We love peace, but not peace at any price. — Douglas William Jerrold
We love peace, but not peace at any price. — Douglas William Jerrold
We love peace, but not peace at any price. — Douglas William Jerrold
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We love peace, but not peace at any price.

— Douglas William Jerrold
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