Till I loved I never lived.
Worry, doubt, fear and despair are the enemies which slowly bring us down to the ground and turn us to dust before we die.
I can recall no parallel in history where a great nation recently at war has so distinguished its former enemy commander.
In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.
If I had one more division like this First Marine Division I could win this war.
I realize that advice is worth what it costs--that is, nothing.
In many situations that seemed desperate, the artillery has been a most vital factor.
My two great loves are music and horses.
Falsehoods not only disagree with truths, but usually quarrel among themselves.
We needed time to figure out what all of this meant, how we were going to come to terms and redefine what our love was called. I learned from him that often contradiction is the clearest way to truth.
Whoever refuses to remember the inhumanity is prone to new risks of infection.