“Preparedness is the key to success and victory.”

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

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.

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

The entire world lies quietly at peace. The holy mission has been completed. And in reporting this to you, the people, I speak for the thousands of silent lips, forever stilled among the jungles and the beaches and in the deep waters of the Pacific which marked the way.

Part of the American dream is to live long and die young. Only those Americans who are willing to die for their country are fit to live.

Rules are mostly made to be broken and are too often for the lazy to hide behind.

Security lies in our ability to produce.

Beware not the enemy from ‘without’ but the enemy from ‘within’.

Even the lesson of victory itself brings with it profound concern, both for our future security and the survival of civilization. The destructiveness of the war potential, through progressive advances in scientific discovery, has in fact now reached a point which revises the traditional concepts of war.

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

In this situation, it becomes vital that our own country orient its policies in consonance with this basic evolutionary condition rather than pursue a course blind to the reality that the colonial era is now past and the Asian peoples covet the right to shape their own free destiny.

The world has turned over many times since I took the oath on the plain at West Point?but I still remember the refrain of one of the most popular ballads of that day which proclaimed most proudly that old soldiers never die; they just fade away.

By profession I am a soldier and take pride in that fact. But I am prouder – infinitely prouder – to be a father. A soldier destroys in order to build; the father only builds, never destroys.

Expect only 5% of an intelligence report to be accurate.The trick of a good commander is to isolate the 5%.

By profession I am a soldier and take great pride in that fact, but I am prouder, infinitely prouder, to be a father. A soldier destroys in order to build; the father only builds, never destroys. The one has the potentialities of death; the other embodies creation and life.