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Years May Wrinkle The Skin, But To Give Up Interest Wrinkles The Soul. You Are As Young As Your Faith, As Old As Your Doubt; As Young As Your Self-confidence, As Old As Your Fear; As Young As Your Hope As Old As Your Despair. In The Central Place Of Every Heart There Is A Recording Chamber. So Long As It Receives Messages Of Beauty, Hope, Cheer And Courage, So Long Are You Young. When Your Heart Is Covered With The Snows Of Pessimism And The Ice Of Cynicism, Then, And Then Only, Are You Grown Old. And Then, Indeed As The Ballad Says, You Just Fade Away

There Is Not One Incident In The History Of Humanity In Which Defeatism Led To Peace Which Was Anything Other Than A Complete Fraud.

In War There Is No Substitute For Victory.

I Can Recall No Parallel In History Where A Great Nation Recently At War Has So Distinguished Its Former Enemy Commander.

War's Very Object Is Victory, Not Prolonged Indecision. In War There Is No Substitute For Victory.