The Only Good Indian Is A Dead

There's Many A Boy Here Today Who Looks On War As All Glory But It Is All Hell.

The Whole Army Is Burning With An Insatiable Desire To Wreak Violence Upon South Carolina. I Almost Tremble For Her Fate.

I'm A Damned Sight Smarter Than Grant; I Know More About Organization, Supply And Administration And About Everything Else Than He Does; But I'll Tell You Where He Beats Me And Where He Beats The World. He Don't Care A Damn For What The Enemy Does Out Of His Sight But It Scares Me Like Hell.

The Voice Of The People Is The Voice Of Humbug.

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.