In our Country... one class of men makes war and leaves another to fight it out.

I would make this war as severe as possible, and show no symptoms of tiring till the South begs for mercy.

The whole army is burning with an insatiable desire to wreak violence upon South Carolina. I almost tremble for her fate.

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.

Grant stood by me when I was crazy.

To secure the safety of the navigation of the Mississippi River I would slay millions. On that point I am not only insane, but mad... I think I see one or two quick blows that will astonish the natives of the South and will convince them that, though to stand behind a big cottonwood and shoot at a passing boat is good sport and safe, it may still reach and kill their friends and families hundreds of miles off. For every bullet shot at a steamboat, I would shoot a thousand 30-pounder Parrots into even helpless towns on Red, Ouachita, Yazoo, or wherever a boat can float or soldier march.

To those who would submit to the rightful law and authority, all gentleness and forbearance; but to the petulant and persistent secessionists, why, death is mercy, and the quicker he or she is disposed of the better. Satan and the rebellious saints of Heaven were allowed a continuous existence in hell merely to swell their just punishment. To such as would rebel against a Government so mild and just as ours was in peace, a punishment equal would not be unjust.