The Only Good Indian Is A Dead

In Our Country... One Class Of Men Makes War And Leaves Another To Fight It Out.

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.

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.

We Have Good Corporals And Good Sergeants And Some Good Lieutenants And Captains, And Those Are Far More Important Than Good Generals.

A Battery Of Field Artillery Is Worth A Thousand Muskets.