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

I came out of Bataan and I shall return

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.