Go forward until the last round is fired and the last drop of gas is expended...then go forward on foot!

For over a thousand years Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honor of triumph, a tumultuous parade. In the procession came trumpeteers, musicians and strange animals from conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments. The conquerors rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed prisoners walking in chains before him. Sometimes his children robed in white stood with him in the chariot or rode the trace horses. A slave stood behind the conqueror holding a golden crown and whispering in his ear a warning: that all glory is fleeting.

Do not try to make circumstances fit your plans. Make plans that fit the circumstances.

Americans play to win at all times. I wouldn't give a hoot and hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost nor ever lose a war.

We herd sheep, we drive cattle, we lead people. Lead me, follow me, or get out of my way.

A man is not measured by how much he can take and stand but by how fast he regains once fallen.

In case of doubt, push on just a little further and then keep on pushing.