War! There are righteous wars, and righteous men die in them, but the righteous man does not love war.

Conquest! Conquest of ignorance, superstition, and indolence, conquest of the waste and void, of the forces of earth, air, and water, and of the dying beast within us, but no other conquest! We attained Louisiana by fair trade, for the benefit of unborn generations.

Standing armies! We want them not.
Navies! The sea is the mother of life; why call her that of death?
Her highways are for merchant ships, for argosies carrying corn and oil, bearing travellers and the written thought of man; for voyages of discovery and happy intercourse, and all rich exchange from strand to strand.

Why stain the ocean red?
Is it not fairer when 'tis blue?
Guard coast-line and commerce, but we need no Armada for that.

Make no quarrels and enter none; so we shall be the exemplar of the nations....
Free Trade.