We are all here for a spell; get all the good laughs you can.
And now, like the old soldier of that ballad, I now close my military career, and just fade away…an old soldier who tried to do his duty, as God gave him the light to see that duty. Good-bye.
War is a continuation of politics by other means.
We sleep safe in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm.
Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn.
The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.
If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship, we must love friends for their sake rather than for our own.
My business is not to remake myself, But make the absolute best of what God made.