Like The Old Soldier Of The Ballad,

Training Distinguishes An Army From An Armed Mob.

It Seems To Me The Worst Possible Concept, Militarily, That We Would Simply Stay There, Resisting Aggression, So-called...it Seems To Me That The Way To "resist Aggression" Is To Destroy The Potentialities Of The Aggressor To Continually Hit You...when You Say, Merely, "we Are Going To Continue To Fight Aggression," That Is Not What The Enemy Is Fighting For. The Enemy Is Fighting For A Very Definite Purpose-to Destroy Our Forces.

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

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.

I Have Every Confidence In The Ultimate Success Of Our Joint Cause; But Success In Modern War Requires Something More Than Courage And A Willingness To Die: It Requires Careful Preparation.