War is at best barbarism.

You cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will.

You might as well appeal against the thunder-storm as against these terrible hardships of war. They are inevitable, and the only way the people of Atlanta can hope once more to live in peace and quiet at home, is to stop the war, which can only be done by admitting that it began in error and is perpetuated in pride.

We must act with vindictive earnestness against the Sioux, even to their extermination, men, women and children... during an assault, the soldiers cannot pause to distinguish between male and female, or even discriminate as to age.

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, and you cannot refine it.

If forced to choose between the penitentiary and the White House for four years, I would say the penitentiary, thank you.