War is hell.
I will not accept surrender from any man who has shown himself capable of taking up arms against his country.
I will make Georgia howl.
I would give my life to save the Union, but I can do no more.
The legitimate object of war is a more perfect peace.
The army is a school in which men learn to be brothers.
An army moves on its stomach.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine.
If nominated, I will not run. If elected, I will not serve.
There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory. But, boys, it is all hell.
You may make soldiers in a winter campaign, but not cooks.
It’s only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, more vengeance, more desolation.
I make war as I would make love. I seek out what is weak, and I destroy it.
War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it.
I’m often thought of as a madman, but I consider myself a realist.
I would rather die a thousand deaths than see the Union dissolved.
War is at best barbarism.
Negroes, like other people, act from motives and not by rules and regulations.
I will not give up Savannah without a fight.
War is the remedy our enemies have chosen.
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.
I would make this war as severe as possible, and show no symptoms of tiring till the South begs for mercy.
I would have given my life gladly to secure for my country the victory of Vicksburg, but I do not crave military fame.
There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell.
War is cruelty, and you cannot refine it.
Treachery is the worst crime of all.
War is too serious a business to leave to soldiers.
The more I study war, the more I realise what a cruel and nasty business it is.
It is hell to come home to an empty house.
If the people raise a great howl against my barbarity and cruelty, I will answer that war is war, and not popularity-seeking.
War is a terrible thing, made more terrible by the fact that it must be won.
I would rather have the love and admiration of my men than of all the world.
I will make Georgia howl.
I will not make war against women and children.
I do not want them to lay down their arms and return to their homes.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine.
I will make the South so sick of war that generations to come will not want to have another.
I do not believe war is a permanent condition of human existence.
I hate newspapermen. They come into camp and pick up their camp rumors and print them as facts. I regard them as spies, which, in truth, they are.
It is well that war is so terrible – otherwise we would grow too fond of it.
I would make this war as severe as possible, and show no symptoms of tiring till the South begs for mercy.
I would propose now to my government, in view of the impending negotiations with France and England, to offer them the acquisition of Canada.
War is at best barbarism.
We are not fighting against the South but against slavery.
I will not give up Savannah without a fight.
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