It Was Close; But That's The Way

Could I Have But A Line A Century Hence Crediting A Contribution To The Advance Of Peace, I Would Yield Every Honor Which Has Been Accorded By War.

Blank Cartridges Should Never Be Used Against A Mob, Nor Should A Volley Be Fired Over The Heads Of The Mob Even If There Is Little Danger Of Hurting Persons In The Rear. Such Things Will Be Regarded As An Admission Of Weakness, Or An Attempt To Bluff, And May Do More Harm Than Good.

We Have Known The Bitterness Of Defeat And The Exultation Of Triumph, And From Both We Have Learned There Can Be No Turning Back. We Must Go Forward To Preserve In Peace What We Won In War.

Security Lies In Our Ability To Produce.

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