Part of the American dream is to live long and die young. Only those Americans who are willing to die for their country are fit to live.
The powers in charge keep us in a perpetual state of fear keep us in a continuous stampede of patriotic fervor with the cry of grave national emergency. Always there has been some terrible evil to gobble us up if we did not blindly rally behind it by furnishing the exorbitant sums demanded. Yet, in retrospect, these disasters seem never to have happened, seem never to have been quite real.
Last, but by no means least, courage-moral courage, the courage of one's convictions, the courage to see things through. The world ;is in a constant conspiracy against the brave. It's the age-old struggle-the roar of the crowd on one side and the voice of your ;conscience on the other.
Only those are fit to live who are not afraid to die.
We are not retreating -- we are advancing in another direction.
By profession I am a soldier and take pride in that fact. But I am prouder -- infinitely prouder -- to be a father. A soldier destroys in order to build; the father only builds, never destroys. The one has the potentiality of death; the other embodies creation and life. And while the hordes of death are mighty, the battalions of life are mightier still. It is my hope that my son, when I am gone, will remember me not from the battle field but in the home repeating with him our simple daily prayer, Our Father Who Art in Heaven.
No man is entitled to the blessings of freedom unless he be vigilant in its preservation.
A general is just as good or just as bad as the troops under his command make him.
Like the old soldier of the ballad, I now close my military career and just fade away, an old soldier who tried to do his duty as God gave him the light to see that duty. Goodbye.
The best luck of all is the luck you make for yourself.
You are remembered for the rules you break.
There's no security on this earth, only opportunity.
Old soldiers never die; they just fade away.
Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up interest wrinkles the soul.
It must be of the spirit if we are to save the flesh.
Whether in chains or in laurels, liberty knows nothing but victories.
There is no substitute for victory.
I see that old flagpole still stands. Have your troops hoist the colors to its peak, and let no enemy ever haul them down.
In war there is no substitute for victory.
I have known war as few men now living know it. It's very destructiveness on both friend and foe has rendered it useless as a means of settling international disputes.
It is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.