I'll tell you what bravery really is. Bravery is just determination to do a job that you know has to be done.

I never liked being called the 'most decorated' soldier. There were so many guys who should have gotten medals and never did-- guys who were killed.

No soldier ever really survives a war.

After the war, they took Army dogs and rehabilitated them for civilian life. But they turned soldiers into civilians immediately, and let em sink or swim.

And freedom is what America means to the world.

Sometimes it takes more courage to get up and run than to stay. You either just do it or you don't. I got so scared the first day in combat I just decided to go along with it.

Now I have shed my first blood. I feel no qualms, no pride, no remorse. There is only a weary indifference that will follow me throughout the war.

They were singing in French, but the melody was freedom and any American could understand that.

I Knew why I felt at home. The spirit of freedom was hovering over that play yard as it did all over France at that time. A country was free again.

It's not easy to shed the idea that human life is sacred.

Let each man hear his own music and live by it. The drums roll one way for one man, and another way for another. You have to listen for your own.

I never talk back. I listen and always remember your every word, so come pen or mouse, never forget that I will treasure your thoughts forever. Yours truly, Paper.

Music is the real life. Everything else is just mortar.

Because I'm always away, coming home to a clean house means a lot to me. Trust me, I've lived with a lot of roommates, and straight guys are just kids who don't pick up after themselves.

No pleasure is evil in itself; but the means by which certain pleasures are gained bring pains many times greater than the pleasures.

Sometimes I go into my own little world. It's okay, they know me there.

For a devotee or lover, the being, worshipped or loved, will always be the only one for her or him.

Only one thing can conquer war-that attitude of mind which can see nothing in war but destruction and annihilation.

He felt all at once like an ineffectual moth, fluttering at the windowpane of reality, dimly seeing it from outside.

Civilization is the way one's own people live. Savagery is the way foreigners live.

Let me be dressed as I will, yet flies worms and flowers exceed me still.