Now I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country. (June, 1944)

May God have mercy upon my enemies, because I sure as hell won't.

I don't measure a man's success by how high he climbs but how high he bounces when he hits bottom.

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.

Never tell people how to do things. Tell them what to do, and they will surprise you with their ingenuity.

Men are at war with each other because each man is at war with himself.

If everybody is thinking alike, then somebody isn't thinking.

When I want my men to remember something important, to really make it stick, I give it to them double dirty. It may not sound nice to some bunch of little old ladies at an afternoon tea party, but it helps my soldiers to remember. You can't run an army without profanity; and it has to be eloquent profanity. An army without profanity couldn't fight its way out of a piss-soaked paper bag. ... As for the types of comments I make, sometimes I just, By God, get carried away with my own eloquence.

We herd sheep, we drive cattle, we lead people. Lead me, follow me, or get out of my way.

There is only one tactical principle which is not subject to change. It is to use the means at hand to inflict the maximum amount of wound, death, and destruction on the enemy in the minimum amount of time.