War Is Cruelty. There Is No Use

I Confess, Without Shame, That I Am Sick And Tired Of Fighting — Its Glory Is All Moonshine; Even Success The Most Brilliant Is Over Dead And Mangled Bodies, With The Anguish And Lamentations Of Distant Families, Appealing To Me For Sons, Husbands, And Fathers ... It Is Only Those Who Have Never Heard A Shot, Never Heard The Shriek And Groans Of The Wounded And Lacerated ... That Cry Aloud For More Blood, More Vengeance, More Desolation.

War Is Cruelty, And You Cannot Refine It.

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.

You Mistake, Too, The People Of The North. They Are A Peaceable People But An Earnest People, And They Will Fight, Too. They Are Not Going To Let This Country Be Destroyed Without A Mighty Effort To Save It. Besides, Where Are Your Men And Appliances Of War To Contend Against Them?

A Battery Of Field Artillery Is Worth A Thousand Muskets.