I want peace, and believe it can only be reached through union and war, and I will ever conduct war with a view to perfect an early success.

You mistake, too, the people of the North. They are a peaceable people but an earnest people, and they will fight, too. They are not going to let this country be destroyed without a mighty effort to save it. Besides, where are your men and appliances of war to contend against them?

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.

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.

I want peace, and believe it can only be reached through union and war, and I will ever conduct war with a view to perfect an early success.

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

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