War Is Cruelty, And You Cannot Refine

The War Now Is Away Back In The Past, And You Can Tell What Books Cannot. When You Talk, You Come Down To The Practical Realities Just As They Happened. You All Know This Is Not Soldiering Here. There Is Many A Boy Here Today Who Looks On War As All Glory, But, Boys, It Is All Hell. You Can Bear This Warning Voice To Generations Yet To Come. I Look Upon War With Horror, But If It Has To Come, I Am There.

We Cannot Change The Hearts Of The People Of The South, But We Can Make War So Terrible That They Will Realize The Fact That However Brave And Gallant And Devoted To Their Country Still They Are Mortal And Should Exhaust All Peaceful Remedies Before They Fly To War.

The More Indians We Can Kill... The Less Will Have To Be Killed The Next War, For The More I See Of These Indians, The More Convinced I Am That They All Have To Be Killed Or Be Maintained As A Species Of Paupers.

I Intend To Make Georgia Howl.

An Army To Be Useful Must Be A Unit, And Out Of This Has Grown The Saying, Attributed To Napoleon, But Doubtless Spoken Before The Days Of Alexander, That An Army With An Inefficient Commander Was Better Than One With Two Able Heads.