“War is too serious a matter to leave to soldiers.”

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.

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

If the people raise a great howl against my barbarity and cruelty.

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.

Leave all hurt in the past to let love in. Hopeful. Don’t block your blessings.

I pride myself on my words but honey, you leave me speechless.

I need to moment to breathe as from the chaos I dream to leave I know I’ll find my feet you won’t find me admitting defeat the calmness I miss I’d give anything for a moment of temporary bliss.

Just look at the sun who leaves with a smile so his love could shine.

Pain can be heavy, sometimes leaving our hearts feeling fragile and empty.

I don’t stay for long. I delve into souls, give all I can take what I need, and leave.

Do everything with magnificence leave them speechless.

If I could ask just one last thing it’d be that you could let me go as autumn does its leaves.