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

I confess, without shame, that I am sick and tired of fighting — its glory is all moonshine; even success the most brilliant is over dead and mangled bodies, with the anguish and lamentations of distant families, appealing to me for sons, husbands, and fathers ... it is only those who have never heard a shot, never heard the shriek and groans of the wounded and lacerated ... that cry aloud for more blood, more vengeance, more desolation.

Grant stood by me when I was crazy, and I stood by him when he was drunk, and now we stand by each other.

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.

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.

War is at best barbarism.

The carping and bickering of political factions in the nation's capital reminds me of two pelicans quarreling over a dead fish.