You People Of The South Don't Know

War's Legitimate Object Is More Perfect Peace.

I Will Accept No Commission That Would Tend To Create A Rivalry With Grant. I Want Him To Hold What He Has Earned And Got. I Have All The Rank I Want.

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. It Is All Folly, Madness, A Crime Against Civilization! You People Speak So Lightly Of War; You Don't Know What You're Talking About.

I Intend To Make Georgia Howl.

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.