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.

You might as well appeal against the thunderstorm.

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

But, my dear sirs, when peace does come, you may call on me for any thing. Then will I share with you the last cracker, and watch with you to shield your homes and families against danger from every quarter.

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

You cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will.

Courage - a perfect sensibility of the measure of danger, and a mental willingness to endure it.