War is cruelty, and you cannot refine it.

War is cruelty, and you cannot refine it.

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

Though I never ordered it, and never wished for it, I have never shed any tears over the event, because I believe that it hastened what we all fought for, the end of the war.

War is too serious a matter to leave to soldiers.

I confess, without shame, that I am sick and tired of fighting — its glory is all moonshine; even success the most brilliant is over dead and mangled bodies, with the anguish and lamentations of distant families, appealing to me for sons, husbands, and fathers ... it is only those who have never heard a shot, never heard the shriek and groans of the wounded and lacerated ... that cry aloud for more blood, more vengeance, more desolation.

Wars are not all evil, they are part of the grand machinery by which this world is governed.