“The chickens are coming home to roost, and you happen to have just moved into the chicken house.”

It is my earnest hope, and indeed the hope of all mankind, that from this solemn occasion a better world shall emerge out of the blood and carnage of the past…

WE HAVE HAD OUR LAST CHANCE. THE PROBLEM NOW IS BASICALLY THEOLOGICAL, AND INVOLVES SPIRITUALITY AND IMPROVEMENT OF human CHARACTER. IT MUST BE OF THE SPIRIT IF WE ARE TO SAVE THE FLESH.

In war, indeed, there can be no substitute for victory.

The soldier, above all other men, is required to practice the greatest act of religious training – sacrifice.

I have just returned from visiting the Marines at the front, and there is not a finer fighting organization in the world!

Our growth and our progress, or yield to the devious assaults of atheistic or other anti-religious forces? Are we going to maintain our present course toward State Socialism with Communism just beyond or reverse the present trend and regain our hold upon our heritage of liberty and freedom?

However horrible the incidents of war may be, the soldier who is called upon to offer and to give his life for his country is the noblest development of mankind.

Men since the beginning of time have sought peace.

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

The issues which today confront the nation are clearly defined and so fundamental as to directly involve the very survival of the Republic. Are we going to preserve the religious base to our origin.

Are we going to permit a continuing decline in public and private morality or re-establish high ethical standards as the means of regaining a diminishing faith in the integrity of our public and private institutions?

A good soldier, whether he leads a platoon or an army, is expected to look backward as well as forward; but he must think only forward.

The enemy is in front of us, the enemy is behind us, the enemy is to the right and to the left of us. They can’t get away this time!

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.

There’s something about getting up at 5 a.m., feeding the stock and chickens, and milking a couple of cows before breakfast that gives you a lifelong respect for the price of butter and eggs.

You want a drumstick? Like a ice cream cone or a chicken wing!?

It’s the same reason I don’t get Hooters. Why do we need to enjoy chicken wings and boobies at the same time? Yes, they are a natural and beautiful part of the human experience. And so are boobies. But why at the same time?

I have a painting where somebody’s holding a chicken, and underneath the chicken is somebody’s head.

I think I’m the only player who looks at each and every center and says to myself, ‘That’s barbecued chicken down there.’

For ‘Conan,’ I had to eat boiled chicken breast and work out all the time and basically eat like a bird every two hours and stay ripped.

I don’t know which is more discouraging, literature or chickens.

My diet is mostly chicken and fish. I make sure I get a lot of vegetables, a lot of fruit. I am a big fruit man,