“Years wrinkle the skin. Giving up wrinkles the soul.”

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

Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid, one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.

Old soldiers never die; they just fade away.

Even when opportunity knocks, a man still has to get up off his seat and open the door.

For those to whom much is given, much is required. It is not whether you get knocked down, it’s whether you get up. There is no substitute for victory.

I realize that advice is worth what it costs–that is, nothing.

From the Far East I send you one single thought, one sole idea – written in red on every beachhead from Australia to Tokyo – “There is no substitute for victory!”

I see that the flagpole still stands. Have your troops hoist the colors to its peak, and let no enemy ever haul them down.

Wars are caused by unprotected wealth.

The scale and grandeur of the Russian effort mark it as the greatest military achievement in all history.

Once war is forced upon us, there is no alternative than to apply every available means to bring it to a swift end. War’s very object is victory-not prolonged indecision.

No man is entitled to the blessings of freedom unless he be vigilant in its preservation.

The world is in a constant conspiracy against the brave.

The soldier, above all other men, is required to perform the highest act of religious offering-sacrifice. In battle and in the face of danger and death he discloses those divine attributes which his amke gave when he created in his own image.

He does not set out to be a leader, but becomes one by the equality of his actions and the integrity of his intent.

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…

And to give special consideration to all who are in any way repressed

Don’t give up. You’ll regret it.

Actors, we like stories, we like storytelling, we love being a part of the story, and if you give us a story that’s interesting then we’ll want to do it.

So now I have a collection of poetry by Aaron Neville and I give it to people I want to share it with. I’d like to publish it someday.

As for herself, every morning on waking she gives thanks to the God she doesn’t disbelieve in. Although she can’t credit him with saving her, she needs this outlet for her gratitude.

There is not a command God gives to His children for which He does not provide the enablement for obedience.

Warning: we may become so enamored with God’s good gifts that we fail to worship the Giver.

Forget yourself and live for others, for It is more blessed to give than to receive.