Morn came and went and came and brought no day.
And men forgot their passions in the dread of this, their desolation.
Hawkeye: War isn’t Hell. War is war, and Hell is Hell. And of the two, war is a lot worse.
Father Mulcahy: How do you figure, Hawkeye?
Hawkeye: Easy, Father. Tell me. Who goes to Hell?
Father Mulcahy: Sinners, I believe.
Hawkeye: Exactly. There are no innocent bystanders in Hell. War is chock full of them—little kids, cripples, old ladies. In fact, except for some of the brass, almost everybody is an innocent bystander.
The third big war will begin when the big city is burning.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest of souls.
The most massive characters are seared with scars.
Americans learn only from catastrophe and not from experience.
Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day.
Teach him how to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.
The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.
Great leaders don’t set out to be a leader. They set out to make a difference.
It’s never about the role. It’s always about the goal.