I've looked that old scoundrel death in the eye many times but this time I think he has me on the ropes.

Duty, Honor, Country. Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be.

I suppose, in a way, this has become part of my soul. It is a symbol of my life. Whatever I have done that really matters, I've done wearing it. When the time comes, it will be in this that I journey forth. What greater honor could come to an American, and a soldier?

You are remembered for the rules you break.

They died hard, those savage men - like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. And I loved them.

Life is a lively process of becoming.

One cannot wage war under present conditions without the support of public opinion, which is tremendously molded by the press and other forms of propaganda.

Old soldiers never die; they just fade away.

The best luck of all is the luck you make for yourself.

It is part of the general pattern of misguided policy that our country is now geared to an arms economy which was bred in an artificially induced psychosis of war hysteria and nurtured upon an incessant propaganda of fear.

Only those are fit to live who are not afraid to die.

I am concerned for the security of our great Nation; not so much because of any threat from without, but because of the insidious forces working from within.

There is no substitute for victory.

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.

Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid, one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.

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.

A general is just as good or just as bad as the troops under his command make him.

In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.

Could I have but a line a century hence crediting a contribution to the advance of peace, I would yield every honor which has been accorded by war.

Our country is now geared to an arms economy bred in an artificially induced psychosis of war hysteria and an incessant propaganda of fear.

And like the old soldier in that 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 sight to see that duty.

Americans never quit.

A better world shall emerge based on faith and understanding.

I have just returned from visiting the Marines at the front, and there is not a finer fighting organization in the world!

The world is in a constant conspiracy against the brave. It's the age-old struggle: the roar of the crowd on the one side, and the voice of your conscience on the other.

It is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.

Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.

I've looked that old scoundrel death in the eye many times but this time I think he has me on the ropes.

We are not retreating - we are advancing in another direction.

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.

Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul.

In war there is no substitute for victory.

Our government has kept us in a perpetual state of fear - kept us in a continuous stampede of patriotic fervor - with the cry of grave national emergency.

My first recollection is that of a bugle call.

Never give an order that can't be obeyed.

In war, you win or lose, live or die - and the difference is just an eyelash.

The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war.

There is no security on this earth; there is only opportunity.

Always there has been some terrible evil at home or some monstrous foreign power that was going to gobble us up if we did not blindly rally behind it.

There is no security in this life. There is only opportunity.

Worry, doubt, fear and despair are the enemies which slowly bring us down to the ground and turn us to dust before we die.

To know that one has never really tried - that is the only death.

Let us eat and drink neither forgetting death unduly nor remembering it. The Lord hath mercy on whom he will have mercy, etc., and the less we think about it the better.

We're all like children. We may think we grow up, but to me, being grown up is death, stopping thinking, trying to find out things, going on learning.

When you break up, your whole identity is shattered. It's like death.

Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.

Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the loving heart.

Death is a distant rumor to the young.

For years the Trio did nothing but play for musicians and other hip people. We practically starved to death.