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

I believe that the entire effort of modern society should be concentrated on the endeavor to outlaw war as a method of the solution of problems between nations.

We are bound no longer by the straitjacket of the past and nowhere is the change greater than in our profession of arms. What, you may well ask, will be the end of all of this? I would not know! But I would hope that our beloved country will drink deep from the chalice of courage.

I had learned one of the bitter lessons of life: never try to regain the past, the fire will have become ashes.

They died hard, those savage men -- like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. And I loved them.

Old soldiers never die; they just fade away.

While I was not consulted prior to the President's decision to intervene in support of the Republic of Korea, that decision from a military standpoint, proved a sound one, as we hurled back the invader and decimated his forces. Our victory was complete, and our objectives within reach, when Red China intervened with numerically superior ground forces.

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.

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.

In war, you win or lose, live or die -- and the difference is just an eyelash.

Old soldiers never die, they just lose their grip on reality after traumatic brain injuries.

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

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

The Puerto Ricans forming the ranks of the gallant 65th Infantry on the battlefields of Korea … are writing a brilliant record of achievement in battle and I am proud indeed to have them in this command. I wish that we might have many more like them.

It is fatal to enter an war without the will to win it.

The soldier, above all other people, prays for peace, for he must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war.

Like the old soldier of the 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. Goodbye.

I suppose, in a way, this has become part of my soul. It is a symbol of my life. Whatever I have done that really matters, I've done wearing it. When the time comes, it will be in this that I journey forth. What greater honor could come to an American, and a soldier?

This does not mean that you are warmongers. On the contrary, the soldier above all other people prays for peace, for he must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war. But always in our ears ring the ominous words of Plato, that wisest of all philosophers: Only the dead have seen the end of war.

In many situations that seemed desperate, the artillery has been a most vital factor.