“If I had my choice I would kill every reporter in the world, but I am sure we would be getting reports from Hell before breakfast.”

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.

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.

I make up my opinions from facts and reasoning, and not to suit any body but myself.

The voice of the people is the voice of humbug.

War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.

I will accept no commission that would tend to create a rivalry with Grant.

The phrase ‘off with the crack of the bat’, while romantic, is really meaningless, since the outfielder should be in motion long before he hears the sound of the ball meeting the bat.

When I had satisfied myself that no star of that kind had ever shone before, I was led into such perplexity by the unbelievability of the thing that I began to doubt the faith of my own eyes.

Very few of us can now place ourselves in the mental condition in which even such philosophers as the great Descartes were involved in the days before Newton had announced the true laws of the motion of bodies.

I sleep seven hours. If I go to bed at two, I wake up at nine. If I go to bed at midnight, I wake up at seven. I don’t wake up before – the house can fall apart, but I sleep for seven hours.

Because in some men it is in them to give up everything personal at some time, before it ferments and poisons–throw it to some human being or some human idea. They have to.

If you look at the democratic process as a game of chess, there have to be many, many moves before you get to checkmate. And simply because you do not make any checkmate in three moves does not mean it’s stalemate.

There aren’t, like, four Aquamans before me. I get to set the tone for it.

Men are cowards before women until they become tyrants.