Hold The Fort! I Am Coming!

You Might As Well Appeal Against The Thunder-storm As Against These Terrible Hardships Of War. They Are Inevitable, And The Only Way The People Of Atlanta Can Hope Once More To Live In Peace And Quiet At Home, Is To Stop The War, Which Can Only Be Done By Admitting That It Began In Error And Is Perpetuated In Pride.

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.

It's A Disagreeable Thing To Be Whipped.

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.

At First You Will Make Headway, But As Your Limited Resources Begin To Fail, Shut Out From The Markets Of Europe As You Will Be, Your Cause Will Begin To Wane. If Your People Will But Stop And Think, They Must See That In The End You Will Surely Fail.