I beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah.
You cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will.
If the people raise a great howl against my barbarity and cruelty, I will answer that war is war, and not popularity seeking.
War is too serious a matter to leave to soldiers.
There's many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory but it is all hell.
It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, more vengeance, more desolation. War is hell.
I would make this war as severe as possible, and show no symptoms of tiring till the South begs for mercy.
War is at its best barbarism.
This war differs from other wars, in this particular. We are not fighting armies but a hostile people, and must make old and young, rich and poor, feel the hard hand of war.
There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell.
War is the remedy that our enemies have chosen, and I say let us give them all they want.
War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.
In our Country... one class of men makes war and leaves another to fight it out.
Every attempt to make war easy and safe will result in humiliation and disaster.
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.
The scenes on this field would have cured anybody of war.
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.
If nominated, I will not run if elected, I will not serve.
He belonged to that army known as invincible in peace, invisible in war.