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.

If forced to choose between the penitentiary and the White House for four years, I would say the penitentiary, thank you.

In our Country... one class of men makes war and leaves another to fight it out.

You might as well appeal against the thunderstorm.

My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.

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.

It's a disagreeable thing to be whipped.