Men do not fight for flag or country, for the Marine Corps or glory or any other abstraction. They fight for one another. And if you came through this ordeal, you would age with dignity.

The sum of a million facts is not the truth.

An Edwardian lady in full dress was a wonder to behold, and her preparations for viewing were awesome.

But there are no loners. No man lives in a void. His every act is conditioned by his time and his society.

He [Gen. Douglas MacArthur] was a great thundering paradox of a man, noble and ignoble, inspiring and outrageous, arrogant and shy, the best of men and the worst of men, the most protean, most ridiculous, and most sublime.

The colors of the underwater rock [are] as pale and delicate as those in the wardrobe of an 18th-century marchioness.

Actors who have tried to play Churchill and MacArthur have failed abysmally because each of those men was a great actor playing himself.