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.

There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell.

If nominated, I will not run; if elected, I will not serve.

He belonged to that army known as invincible in peace, invisible in war.

If nominated, I will not run; if elected, I will not serve.

Courage - a perfect sensibility of the measure of danger, and a mental willingness to endure it.

War is hell.

War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.

My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.

I know I had no hand in making this war, and I know I will make more sacrifices today than any of you to secure peace.

If the people raise a great howl against my barbarity and cruelty, I will answer that war is war, and not popularity seeking.

In our Country... one class of men makes war and leaves another to fight it out.

Every attempt to make war easy and safe will result in humiliation and disaster.

But, my dear sirs, when peace does come, you may call on me for any thing. Then will I share with you the last cracker, and watch with you to shield your homes and families against danger from every quarter.

I would make this war as severe as possible, and show no symptoms of tiring till the South begs for mercy.

There's many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory but it is all hell.

It is 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. War is hell.