I Am Of Virginia And

Nobody Grows Old By Merely Living A Number Of Years. People Grow Old Only By Deserting Their Ideals. Years May Wrinkle The Skin, But To Give Up Interest Wrinkles The Soul. Worry, Doubt, Self-distrust, Fear And Despair; These Are The Long, Long Years That Bow The Head And Turn The Growing Spirit Back To Dust. Whatever Your Years, There Is In Every Being's Heart The Love Of Wonder, The Undaunted Challenge Of Events, The Unfailing Childlike Appetite For What Next, And The Joy And The Game Of Life.

The Soldier, Above All Other People, Prays For Peace, For He Must Suffer And Bear The Deepest Wounds And Scars Of War.

I Am Concerned For The Security Of Our Great Nation; Not So Much Because Of Any Threat From Without, But Because Of The Insidious Forces Working From Within.

I Have One Criticism About The Negro Troops Who Fought Under My Command In The Korean War. They Didn't Send Me Enough Of Them.

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.