I intend to make Georgia howl.

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.

The only good Indian is a dead Indian

If you don't have my army supplied, and keep it supplied, we'll eat your mules up, sir.

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.

Wars are not all evil, they are part of the grand machinery by which this world is governed.