War is the remedy that our enemies have chosen, and I say let us give them all they want.

You people of the South don't know what you are doing. This country will be drenched in blood, and God only knows how it will end.

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.

A battery of field artillery is worth a thousand muskets.

War is cruelty, and you cannot refine it.

Grant stood by me when I was crazy, and I stood by him when he was drunk, and now we stand by each other.

Many and many a person in Georgia asked me why we did not go to South Carolina; and, when I answered that we were en route for that State, the invariable reply was, - Well, if you will make those people feel the utmost severities of war, we will pardon you for your desolation of Georgia.