Even when opportunity knocks, a man still has to get up off his seat and open the door.

A soldier plods and groans, sweats and toils, he growls and curses, and at the end he dies.

To dilute the will to win is to destroy the purpose of the game. There is no substitute for victory.

Nothing would please me better than if they would give me three months and then attack here.

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.

Old soldiers never die, they just lose their grip on reality after traumatic brain injuries.

Preparedness is the key to success and victory.