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

Grant stood by me when I was crazy, and I stood by him when he was drunk, and now we stand by each other.

There will soon come an armed contest between capital and labor. They will oppose each other, not with words and arguments, but with shot and shell, gun-powder and cannon.

If people don’t like my opinions, it makes little difference as I don’t solicit their opinions or votes.

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

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

If forced to choose between the penitentiary and the White House for four years, I would say the penitentiary, thank you.

War is hell.

A battery of field artillery is worth a thousand muskets.

I intend to make Georgia howl.

I beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah.

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.

God may rationally be supposed to have framed so great and admirable an automaton as the world for special ends and purposes.

The fatigue produced on the muscles of the human frame does not altogether depend on the actual force employed in each effort, but partly on the frequency with which it is exerted.

The resolution to avoid an evil is seldom framed till the evil is so far advanced as to make avoidance impossible.

I’m a million miles away, and at the same time I’m right here in your picture frame.

Typically in my novels the narrator tells a story by remembering, and the memories are colored by this and colored by that. So the whole universe of the novel tends to be framed by the narrator’s memories and thoughts.

I believe that the time has arrived for medical investigation of the problems of manned rocket flight, for it will not be the engineering problems but rather the limits of the human frame that will make the final decision as to whether manned space flight will eventually become a reality.

When Nature her great masterpiece designed,And framed her last, best work, the human mind,Her eye intent on all the wondrous plan,She formed of various stuff the various Man.

The only people who see the whole picture,’ he murmured, ‘are the ones who step out of the frame.