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

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.

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.

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

A lot of people cry and complain and put their hand out and beg. It never goes well.

When you don’t have the whole attention of someone, you find yourself begging for it from everyone.

I would rather clean than beg.

And I want to warn everyone in the press and all the voters out there: if you demand expressions of religious faith from politicians, you are just begging to be lied to.

I wanted to be more hands on. Otherwise, every time you finish acting in a movie you have to almost go and beg people for the next job.

Let me beg you, not to rest contented with the commonplace religion that is now so prevalent.

I am done begging people to stay in my life and I am done begging to be a part of theirs.

You’re begging for a second chance since you’re sure you can prove it was just a silly misunderstanding unfortunately I’d rather drink bleach than try to get along with you.