“It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.”

A good plan violently executed right now is far better than a perfect plan executed next week.

I have never seen a brave man. All men are frightened. The more intelligent they are, the more they are frightened.

Success in war depends on the golden rules of war: speed, simplicity, and boldness.

When in doubt, ATTACK!

Fatigue makes cowards of us all.

I don’t measure a man’s success by how high he climbs but how high he bounces when he hits bottom.

I am a soldier, I fight where I am told, and I win where I fight.

Many soldiers are led to faulty ideas of war by knowing too much about too little.

Moral courage is the most valuable and usually the most absent characteristic in men.

Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best and it removes all that is base.

The soldier is the Army. No army is better than its soldiers. The Soldier is also a citizen. In fact, the highest obligation and privilege of citizenship is that of bearing arms for one’s country.

If everyone is thinking alike, then somebody isn’t thinking.

The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.

Courage is fear holding on a minute longer.

Never tell people how to do things. Tell them what to do and they will surprise you with their ingenuity.

Do everything you ask of those you command.

Do something that even after you die, people smile for you.

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Cowards die many times before their actual deaths.

Nothing ever truly dies. The universe wastes nothing, everything is simply transformed.

The trouble is not in dying for a friend, but in finding a friend worth dying for.

Fish die belly upward, and rise to the surface. It’s their way of falling.

If you’re not ready to die for it, take the word ‘freedom’ out of your vocabulary.

You have to die a few times before you can really live.