Life is a lively process of becoming.

I suppose, in a way, this has become part of my soul. It is a symbol of my life. Whatever I have done that really matters, I've done wearing it. When the time comes, it will be in this that I journey forth. What greater honor could come to an American, and a soldier?

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.

In war, you win or lose, live or die - and the difference is just an eyelash.

Never give an order that can't be obeyed.

Only those are fit to live who are not afraid to die.

There is no substitute for victory.

My first recollection is that of a bugle call.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul.

Duty, Honor, Country. Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be.

We are not retreating - we are advancing in another direction.

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.

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