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

...[We] must stop these swarms of Jews who are trading, bartering and robbing.

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 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 begin to regard the death and mangling of a couple thousand men as a small affair, a kind of morning dash-and it may be well that we become so hardened.

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.

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.