For the past weeks I'd been reacting. That was no way to win. To win, you take the initiative. You instigate the action. You make the opponent react to you.

Popularity is not leadership.

Conventional wisdom is no wisdom at all. Conventional wisdom is taking somebody else's word for the way things are It's the followers of this world who rely on assumption. Not the leaders.

There is only one kind of failure I cannot tolerate: the failure to risk failure.

The more thou sweateth in training, the less thou bleedeth in combat.

Call it a character flaw -- when under attack, I counter attack. Always.

Knives are like credit cards; don't leave home without 'em and always carry several

What drives me? In every mission I'm on, the thing that drives me most is the desire to find my limits-and extend them.

Have character, but don't be a character.

I don't follow the thought; "Winning is not important, playing the game is". If that is in fact true; then why do we keep score??

Shoot first and ask questions not at all

I think that I had better go, Holmes.""Not a bit, doctor. Stay where you are. I am lost without my Boswell.

Tell me all of the things that make you feel at ease

High living can lead to low feelings

No man was ever a good soldier but the man who goes into the battle determined to conquer, or not to come back from the battle field (cheers). No other principle makes a good soldier.

Progress and reaction have both turned out to be swindles. Seemingly, there is nothing left but quietism - robbing reality of its terrors by simply submitting to it.

The Law of Probabilities: the more things you try, the more likely one of them will work.

The important man is not the artist, but the businessman who, in the marketplace and on the battlefield, holds the reins in his hands.

Caring for others is the basis of worldly success.

Misery colored by the greens and blues in my mother's voice took away all the grief out of the words and left me with a conviction that pain was not only endurable, it was sweet.

Ah, why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd and under roofs That our frail hands have raised?