The war now is away back in the past, and you can tell what books cannot. When you talk, you come down to the practical realities just as they happened. You all know this is not soldiering here. There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell. You can bear this warning voice to generations yet to come. I look upon war with horror, but if it has to come, I am there.

It's a disagreeable thing to be whipped.

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

If nominated by either party, I should peremptorily decline, and even if unanimously elected, I should decline to serve.

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.

War is cruelty, and you cannot refine it.

War's Legitimate Object Is More Perfect Peace.