I realize that advice is worth what it costs--that is, nothing.

There is no security. Only opportunity.

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

Years wrinkle the skin. Giving up wrinkles the soul.

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.

The world is in a constant conspiracy against the brave.

A good soldier, whether he leads a platoon or an army, is expected to look backward as well as forward; but he must think only forward.