If nominated, I won't run; If elected, I won't serve.

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.

We can make war so terrible and make them so sick of war that generations pass away before they again appeal to it.

There will soon come an armed contest between capital and labor. They will oppose each other, not with words and arguments, but with shot and shell, gun-powder and cannon. The better classes are tired of the insane howling of the lower strata and they mean to stop them.

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

War is at best barbarism.

There's many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory but it is all hell.