My staff was unanimous in believing that Japan was on the point of collapse and surrender.

No plan ever survives its first encounter with the enemy.

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

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

I address you with neither rancor nor bitterness in the fading twilight of life, with but one purpose in mind: to serve my country.

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

It must be of the spirit if we are to save the flesh.