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

If I had my choice I would kill every reporter in the world, but I am sure we would be getting reports from Hell before breakfast.

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.

The whole army is burning with an insatiable desire to wreak violence upon South Carolina. I almost tremble for her fate.

We cannot change the hearts of the people of the South, but we can make war so terrible that they will realize the fact that however brave and gallant and devoted to their country still they are mortal and should exhaust all peaceful remedies before they fly to war.

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 North can make a steam engine, locomotive or railway car; hardly a yard of cloth or a pair of shoes can you make. You are rushing into war with one of the most powerful, ingeniously mechanical and determined people on earth - right at your doors. You are bound to fail. Only in spirit and determination are you prepared for war. In all else you are totally unprepared, with a bad cause to start with.