In war there is no substitute for victory.

I have returned. By the grace of Almighty God, our forces stand again on Philippine soil.

Men will not fight and die without knowing what they are fighting and dying for.

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

The hated system of land tenure, so contributory to general unrest in Asia, has been abolished. Every farmer is now accorded the right and dignity of ownership of the land he long has tilled.

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

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