Some Of You Young Men Think That

I See Every Chance Of A Long, Confused And Disorganizing Civil War, And I Feel No Desire To Take A Hand Therein.

The Way To Success Is Strategically Along The Way Of Least Expectation And Tactically Along The Line Of Least Resistance.

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.

You People Of The South Don't Know What You Are Doing. This Country Will Be Drenched In Blood, And God Only Knows How It Will End.

I Found So Many Jews And Speculators Here Trading In Cotton, And Secessionists Had Become So Open In Refusing Anything But Gold, That I Have Felt Myself Bound To Stop It. The Gold Can Have But One Use - The Purchase Of Arms And Ammunition... Of Course, I Have Respected All Permits By Yourself Or The Secretary Of The Treasury, But In These New Cases (swarms Of Jews), I Have Stopped It.