I came out of Bataan and I shall return

Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.

Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul.

Age may wrinkle the face, but lack of enthusiasm wrinkles the soul

I suppose, in a way, this has become part of my soul. It is a symbol of my life. Whatever I have done that really matters, I've done wearing it. When the time comes, it will be in this that I journey forth. What greater honor could come to an American, and a soldier?

The world is in a constant conspiracy against the brave. It's the age-old struggle: the roar of the crowd on the one side, and the voice of your conscience on the other.