I will not accept if nominated, and will not serve if elected.

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.

You might as well appeal against the thunderstorm.

The voice of the people is the voice of humbug.

I intend to make Georgia howl.

The scenes on this field would have cured anybody of war.

I beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah.