Danh ngôn của Douglas MacArthur (Sứ mệnh: 2)

Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid, one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.
In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.
Could I have but a line a century hence crediting a contribution to the advance of peace, I would yield every honor which has been accorded by war.
I've looked that old scoundrel death in the eye many times but this time I think he has me on the ropes.
In war, you win or lose, live or die - and the difference is just an eyelash.
Americans never quit.
It is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.
The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war.
In war there is no substitute for victory.
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.
One cannot wage war under present conditions without the support of public opinion, which is tremendously molded by the press and other forms of propaganda.
Like the old soldier of the ballad, I now close my military career and just fade away, an old soldier who tried to do his duty as God gave him the light to see that duty. Goodbye.
The best luck of all is the luck you make for yourself.
They died hard, those savage men - like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. And I loved them.
Life is a lively process of becoming.
Always there has been some terrible evil at home or some monstrous foreign power that was going to gobble us up if we did not blindly rally behind it.
It is part of the general pattern of misguided policy that our country is now geared to an arms economy which was bred in an artificially induced psychosis of war hysteria and nurtured upon an incessant propaganda of fear.
Our country is now geared to an arms economy bred in an artificially induced psychosis of war hysteria and an incessant propaganda of fear.
Our government has kept us in a perpetual state of fear - kept us in a continuous stampede of patriotic fervor - with the cry of grave national emergency.
Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul.
There is no substitute for victory.
A better world shall emerge based on faith and understanding.
Duty, Honor, Country. Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be.
I have known war as few men now living know it. It's very destructiveness on both friend and foe has rendered it useless as a means of settling international disputes.