“I will answer that war is war, and not popularity seeking.”

War is at its best barbarism.

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

The better classes are tired of the insane howling of the lower strata and they mean to stop them.

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.

It’s a disagreeable thing to be whipped.

War is too serious a matter to leave to soldiers.

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

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.

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

I think I understand what military fame is; to be killed on the field of battle and have your name misspelled in the newspapers.

Every change in the rules which impairs the principle weakens the army.

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.

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.

An Army is a collection of armed men obliged to obey one man.

Fear is the beginning of wisdom.

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

When we’re not defending and justifying, and we’re being very still, our answers can and do shock us.

Who am I, and where am I going? You are the answer to this question. You are here to ask the question, and to be the answer.

Meditation and prayer have withstood the test of time. They work today as perfectly as they did for those who first practised and perfected them.

It was the grander French one: Why not kill yourself tonight? That the answers come to much the same thing in the end-easy does it

One of the reasons I’ve felt so connected to poetry throughout the years is because it’s the only art form that has breath built into it. And I need that breath now. I need that breath so much. So, yes, it is a refuge for me. Absolutely.

It is better to know some of the questions than all of the answers.

A lot of the questions that anyone would naturally have about their family, you’ll get much of the answers for, or at least hints to where it will go, in the future.

Poems have always been a place for questions for me. Not answers. And I have a lot of questions these days.