Ramayana: The Legend of Prince Rama1992

Lakshmana:
Brother, how could you cremate the bodies of our enemies along with those of our own soldiers?

Rama:
[with his long black hair moving]Lakshmana, they were our men and Ravana's men when they were alive. But in death, they are no longer enemies. Do they not, all of them, deserve a solemn cremation?

Lakshmana:
It is not like a true warrior, a true kshatriya, to be moved by such emotion!

Rama:
My brother, when we set out on this expedition, I too was full of anger and bitterness. But on our journey to Lanka, I have come to see that all of us have received the precious gift of life from the Gods, and that it is more important to be a good human being than to be just a good Kshatriya. Have we not, all of us, sprung from the same source? Rakshas, vanas, man, beast, the birds of the air, the fish of the ocean? Yet some of us, in ignorance, draw their bows and swords against their fellow creatures. Many have fallen on this battlefield today, and many more shall die before the war is done. And as a Kshatriya, I shall continue to fight my battles. But when I burn the dead, I will pray for a world free from all wars, where a man does not raise his hand in anger against his own brother.