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.
War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.
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.
The scenes on this field would have cured anybody of war.
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.
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 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.
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.
Courage - a perfect sensibility of the measure of danger, and a mental willingness to endure it.
If forced to choose between the penitentiary and the White House for four years, I would say the penitentiary, thank you.
It's a disagreeable thing to be whipped.
I intend to make Georgia howl.
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