The outfit soon took on color, dash and a unique flavor which is the essence of that elusive and deathless thing called soldiering.

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.

Whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword obviously never encountered automatic weapons.

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

Duty, Honor, Country. Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be.

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

Give me ten thousand Filipino soldiers and I will conquer the world.

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.

Have a good plan, execute it violently, and do it today.

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.

Very rarely do the best things in life fall into our laps

Once you have walked down the grief path, what you have gained on your journey may turn into invaluable advice for someone else.

Iran, Libya and Syria are irresponsible states, which must be disarmed of weapons of mass destruction, and a successful American move in Iraq as a model will make that easier to achieve.

I'm quoting Margaret Thatcher. I quote her frequently.

Most people want to grow, but the price of growth is pain.

When I was in elementary school, the coach of our school (soccer) team personally unearthed my talents.

Love which economizes is never true love.

We have a cultural notion that if children were not engineered, if we did not manipulate them, they would grow up as beasts in the field. This is the wildest fallacy in the world.

The prose as such has to be singing the song the story is telling.