Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul.

The best luck of all is the luck you make for yourself.

I've looked that old scoundrel death in the eye many times but this time I think he has me on the ropes.

In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.

A better world shall emerge based on faith and understanding.