I can sometimes hear her music now, after thirty years -- and remember the leaves falling on some smoky autumn afternoon, the air crisp and the sounds of dogs barking, and train whistles far away.
The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
Never tell people how to do things. Tell them what to do and they will...
Americans play to win at all times. I wouldn't give a hoot and hell for a man...
No bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the...
You furnish the pictures and I'll furnish the...
My chances of being PM are about as good as the chances of finding Elvis...
I think these people have betrayed or have forgotten their ancestors.