Whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword obviously never encountered automatic weapons.
Give me ten thousand Filipino soldiers and I will conquer the world.
The history of the failure of war can almost be summed up in two words: too late.
I realize that advice is worth what it costs–that is, nothing.
It is fatal to enter an war without the will to win it.
I am concerned for the security of our great Nation; not so much because of any treat from without, but because of the insidious forces working from within.
Only those Americans who are willing to die for their country are fit to live.
In the central place of every heart there is a recording chamber so long as it receives messages of beauty hope cheer and courage so long are you young.
In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.
Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid, one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.
The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war.
One cannot wage war under present conditions without the support of public opinion, which is tremendously molded by the press and other forms of propaganda.
In war, you win or lose, live or die – and the difference is just an eyelash.
I have known war as few men now living know it. It’s very destructiveness on both friend and foe has rendered it useless as a means of settling international disputes.
It is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.
It is part of the general pattern of misguided policy that our country is now geared to an arms economy which was bred in an artificially induced psychosis of war hysteria and nurtured upon an incessant propaganda of fear.
Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul.
I’ve looked that old scoundrel death in the eye many times but this time I think he has me on the ropes.
The best luck of all is the luck you make for yourself.
They died hard, those savage men – like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. And I loved them.
Could I have but a line a century hence crediting a contribution to the advance of peace, I would yield every honor which has been accorded by war.
Always there has been some terrible evil at home or some monstrous foreign power that was going to gobble us up if we did not blindly rally behind it.
Like the old soldier of the ballad, I now close my military career and just fade away, an old soldier who tried to do his duty as God gave him the light to see that duty. Goodbye.
Our government has kept us in a perpetual state of fear – kept us in a continuous stampede of patriotic fervor – with the cry of grave national emergency.
I am concerned for the security of our great Nation; not so much because of any threat from without, but because of the insidious forces working from within.
A better world shall emerge based on faith and understanding.
Duty, Honor, Country. Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be.