The young bloods of the South: sons of planters, lawyers about towns, good billiard-players and sportsmen, men who never did any work and never will... They are splendid riders, first-rate shots and utterly reckless. These men must all be killed or employed by us before we can hope for peace.

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.

You people speak so lightly of war; you don't know what you're talking about. War is a terrible thing!

You may as well say, 'That's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.

War is too serious a matter to leave to soldiers.

...[We] must stop these swarms of Jews who are trading, bartering and robbing.

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.