You mistake, too, the people of the North. They are a peaceable people but an earnest people, and they will fight, too. They are not going to let this country be destroyed without a mighty effort to save it. Besides, where are your men and appliances of war to contend against them?

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.

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

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

If nominated, I won't run; If elected, I won't serve.

War is cruelty, and you cannot refine it.

If the people raise a great howl against my barbarity and cruelty, I will answer that war is war, and not popularity seeking.