Give me ten thousand Filipino soldiers and I will conquer the world.

Competitive sports keep alive in us a spirit and vitality. Sports teach the strong to know when they are weak and the brave to face themselves when they are afraid; to be proud and unbowed in defeat, and yet humble and gentle in victory; to master ourselves before we attempt to master others; to learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; and to give the predominance of courage over timidity.

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

I know that this operation will be sort of helter-skelter. But the First Marine Division is going to win the war by landing at Inchon.

The soldier, above all other men, is required to practice the greatest act of religious training - sacrifice.

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.

Talk of imminent threat to our national security through the application of external force is pure nonsense. Our threat is from the insidious forces working from within which have already so drastically altered the character of our free institutions - those institutions we proudly called the American way of life.