 War is at its best barbarism. |
| You may as well say, 'That's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. |
| If you don't have my army supplied, and keep it supplied, we'll eat your mules up, sir. |
| I beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah. |
| An Army is a collection of armed men obliged to obey one man. Every change in the rules which impairs the principle weakens the army. |
| It's a disagreeable thing to be whipped. |
| There will soon come an armed contest between capital and labor. They will oppose each other, not with words and arguments, but with shot and shell, gun-powder and cannon. The better classes are tired of the insane howling of the lower strata and they mean to stop them. |
| My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom. |
| Grant stood by me when I was crazy, and I stood by him when he was drunk, and now we stand by each other. |
| My aim then was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. |
| War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over. |
| If I had my choice I would kill every reporter in the world, but I am sure we would be getting reports from Hell before breakfast. |
| In our Country... one class of men makes war and leaves another to fight it out. |
| There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell. |
| I know I had no hand in making this war, and I know I will make more sacrifices to-day than any of you to secure peace. |
| I will accept no commission that would tend to create a rivalry with Grant. I want him to hold what he has earned and got. I have all the rank I want. |
| I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell. |
| I hate newspapermen. They come into camp and pick up their camp rumors and print them as facts. I regard them as spies, which, in truth, they are. |
| Every attempt to make war easy and safe will result in humiliation and disaster. |
