I knew wherever I was that you thought of me, and if I got in a tight place you would come-if alive.

War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.

I begin to regard the death and mangling of a couple thousand men as a small affair, a kind of morning dash-and it may be well that we become so hardened.

If you don't have my army supplied, and keep it supplied, we'll eat your mules up, sir.

War is at best barbarism.

You people of the South don't know what you are doing. This country will be drenched in blood, and God only knows how it will end. It is all folly, madness, a crime against civilization! You people speak so lightly of war; you don't know what you're talking about.

You people of the South don't know what you are doing. This country will be drenched in blood, and God only knows how it will end.