You may as well say, 'That's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.

My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.

I begin to regard the death and mangling of a couple thousand men as a small affair, a kind of morning dash-and it may be well that we become so hardened.

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

I know I had no hand in making this war, and I know I will make more sacrifices to-day than any of you to secure peace.

War is at best barbarism.

War is cruelty, and you cannot refine it.