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

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.

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.

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.