“To dilute the will to win is to destroy the purpose of the game. There is no substitute for victory.”

The inescapable price of liberty is an ability to preserve it from destruction.

l know war as few other men now living know it, and nothing to me is more revolting. I have long advocated its complete abolition as its very destructiveness on both friend and foe has rendered it useless as a means of settling international disputes.

What they seek now is friendly guidance, understanding, and support – not imperious direction – the dignity of equality and not the shame of subjugation.

People of the Philippines: I have returned. By the grace of Almighty God our forces stand again on Philippine soil-soil consecrated in the blood of our two peoples.

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

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

I came out of Bataan and I shall return!

Have a good plan, execute it violently, and do it today.

Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul.

I have every confidence in the ultimate success of our joint cause; but success in modern war requires something more than courage and a willingness to die: it requires careful preparation.

Americans never quit.

Competitive sports keep alive in us a spirit and vitality. Sports teach the strong to know when they are weak and the brave to face themselves when they are afraid; to be proud and unbowed in defeat, and yet humble and gentle in victory.

Years wrinkle the skin. Giving up wrinkles the soul.

No physical courage and no brute instincts can take the place of the divine annunciation and spiritual gift which will alone sustain him.

I address you with neither rancor nor bitterness in the fading twilight of life, with but one purpose in mind: to serve my country.

So long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer and courage, so long are you young. When your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then, and then only, are you grown old. And then, indeed as the ballad says, you just fade away

People of this world are deluded. They’re always longing for something, always, in a word, seeking. But the wise wake up. They choose reason over custom. They fix their minds on the sublime and let their bodies change with the seasons.

The combination of pictures and words together can be really effective, and I began to realise in my career that unless I wrote my own words, then my message was diluted