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War is hell.
– William Tecumseh Sherman
War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.
I would make this war as severe as possible, and show no symptoms of tiring till the South begs for mercy.
This war differs from other wars, in this particular. We are not fighting armies but a hostile people, and must make old and young, rich and poor, feel the hard hand of war.
You cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will.
I make up my opinions from facts and reasoning, and not to suit any body but myself. If people don’t like my opinions, it makes little difference as I don’t solicit their opinions or votes.
Grant stood by me when I was crazy, and I stood by him when he was drunk, and now we stand by each other.
The scenes on this field would have cured anybody of war.
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 beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah.
I intend to make Georgia howl.
If you don’t have my army supplied, and keep it supplied, we’ll eat your mules up, sir.
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.
If forced to choose between the penitentiary and the White House for four years, I would say the penitentiary, thank you.
If nominated, I will not run; if elected, I will not serve.
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.
If the people raise a great howl against my barbarity and cruelty, I will answer that war is war, and not popularity seeking.
You may as well say, ‘That’s a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
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.
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 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.
He belonged to that army known as invincible in peace, invisible in war.
Courage – a perfect sensibility of the measure of danger, and a mental willingness to endure it.
War is the remedy that our enemies have chosen, and I say let us give them all they want.
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.