If nominated, I will not run; if elected, I will not serve.
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.
War is the remedy that our enemies have chosen, and I say let us give them all they want.
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.
Grant stood by me when I was crazy, and I stood by him when he was drunk, and now we stand by each other.
It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, more vengeance, more desolation. War is hell.
War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.
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.
I make up my opinions from facts and reasoning, and not to suit any body but myself. If people don't like my opinions, it makes little difference as I don't solicit their opinions or votes.
Courage - a perfect sensibility of the measure of danger, and a mental willingness to endure it.
War is hell.
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.
There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell.
A battery of field artillery is worth a thousand muskets.
This war differs from other wars, in this particular. We are not fighting armies but a hostile people, and must make old and young, rich and poor, feel the hard hand of war.
He belonged to that army known as invincible in peace, invisible in war.
I would make this war as severe as possible, and show no symptoms of tiring till the South begs for mercy.
I think I understand what military fame is; to be killed on the field of battle and have your name misspelled in the newspapers.
I intend to make Georgia howl.
In our Country... one class of men makes war and leaves another to fight it out.
