“Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul.”

On the fields of friendly strife are sown the seeds that on other days, on other fields will bear the fruits of victory.

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

Never ask age of a woman.

Optimism is denial, so face the facts and move on

History fails to record a single precedent in which nations subject to moral decay have not passed into political and economic decline. There has been either a spiritual awakening to overcome the moral lapse or a progressive deterioration leading to ultimate national disaster.

We have known the bitterness of defeat and the exultation of triumph, and from both we have learned there can be no turning back. We must go forward to preserve in peace what we won in war. A new era is upon us.

There is no security on this earth; there is only opportunity.

To master ourselves before we attempt to master others; to learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; and to give the predominance of courage over timidity.

Whatever your years, there is in every being’s heart the love of wonder, the undaunted challenge of events, the unfailing childlike appetite for what next, and the joy and the game of life.

Give me ten thousand Filipino soldiers and I will conquer the world.

No plan ever survives its first encounter with the enemy.

Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years. People grow old only by deserting their ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up interest wrinkles the soul.

I have one criticism about the Negro troops who fought under my command in the Korean War. They didn’t send me enough of them.

We must offer the world leadership designed to advance the goal of universal progress and enduring peace.

I address you with neither rancor nor bitterness in the fading twilight of life, with but one purpose in mind: to serve my country. The issues are global and so interlocked that to consider the problems of one sector, oblivious to those of another, is but to court disaster for the whole.

If we will not devise some greater and more equitable system, Armageddon will be at our door.

The barking dog that robs you of sleep, the heat of summer, the cold of winter. Forgive the ingrown toenail, the flea that bites; forgive the cranky child, wrinkles, a forgotten birthday.

Years wrinkle the skin. Giving up wrinkles the soul.

I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.

Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.

Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up interest wrinkles the soul. You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope as old as your despair. In the central place of every heart there is a recording chamber.

If you don’t have wrinkles, you haven’t laughed enough.

I was so wrinkled I could screw my hats on.

Old age is far more than white hair, wrinkles, the feeling that it is too late and the game finished, that the stage belongs to the rising generations.