Grant stood by me when I was crazy.

The carping and bickering of political factions in the nation's capital reminds me of two pelicans quarreling over a dead fish.

The only good Indian is a dead Indian

You cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will.

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

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

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.