Some of you young men think that war is all glamour and glory, but let me tell you, boys, it is all hell!

War is cruelty, and you cannot refine it.

War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.

I see every chance of a long, confused and disorganizing civil war, and I feel no desire to take a hand therein.

I hate newspapermen. They come into camp and pick up their camp rumors and print them as facts. I regard them as spies, which, in truth, they are.

I knew wherever I was that you thought of me, and if I got in a tight place you would come-if alive.

I will not accept if nominated, and will not serve if elected.