War is hell.
War is the remedy that our enemies have chosen, and I say let us give them all they want.
War is too serious a matter to leave to soldiers.
In our Country . . . one class of men makes war and leaves another to fight it out.
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 I killed them all there would be news from Hell before breakfast.
You may as well say, 'That's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.'.
Newspaper correspondents with an army, as a rule, are mischievous. They are the world's gossips, pick up and retail the camp scandal, and gradually drift to the headquarters of some general, who finds it easier to make reputation at home than with his own corps or division. They are also tempted to prophesy events and state facts which, to an enemy, reveal a purpose in time to guard against it. Moreover, they are always bound to see facts colored by the partisan or political character of their own patrons, and thus bring army officers into the political controversies of the day, which are always mischievous and wrong. Yet, so greedy are the people at large for war news, that it is doubtful whether any army commander can exclude all reporters, without bringing down on himself a clamor that may imperil his own safety. Time and moderation must bring a just solution to this modern difficulty.
I intend to make Georgia howl.".
Hold the fort! I am coming!
There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but boys, it is all hell.
You cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will.
You may as well say, 'That's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
War is cruelty. There's no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.
If nominated, I will not accept; if drafted, I will not run; if elected, I will not serve.
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.
You cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will. War is cruelty, and you cannot refine it; and those who brought war into our country deserve all the curses and maledictions a people can pour out. 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.
A battery of field artillery is worth a thousand muskets.
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.
But, my dear sirs, when peace does come, you may call on me for any thing. Then will I share with you the last cracker, and watch with you to shield your homes and families against danger from every quarter.
Courage - a perfect sensibility of the measure of danger, and a mental willingness to endure it.
Every attempt to make war easy and safe will result in humiliation and disaster.
Grant stood by me when I was crazy, and I stood by him when he was drunk, and now we stand by each other.
He belonged to that army known as invincible in peace, invisible in war.
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 beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah.