I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.

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.

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

A battery of field artillery is worth a thousand muskets.

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.

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. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.

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.

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.

War is the remedy that our enemies have chosen, and I say let us give them all they want.

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

War is too serious a matter to leave to soldiers.

An Army is a collection of armed men obliged to obey one man. Every change in the rules which impairs the principle weakens the army.

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

He belonged to that army known as invincible in peace, invisible in war.

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

I will accept no commission that would tend to create a rivalry with Grant. I want him to hold what he has earned and got. I have all the rank I want.

Every attempt to make war easy and safe will result in humiliation and disaster.

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

But, my dear sirs, when peace does come, you may call on me for any thing. Then will I share with you the last cracker, and watch with you to shield your homes and families against danger from every quarter.

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

I would make this war as severe as possible, and show no symptoms of tiring till the South begs for mercy.

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.

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's many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory but it is all hell.

If nominated, I will not run; if elected, I will not serve.

The scenes on this field would have cured anybody of war.

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.

You cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will.

It's a disagreeable thing to be whipped.

War is hell.

If you don't have my army supplied, and keep it supplied, we'll eat your mules up, sir.

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.

You may as well say, 'That's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.

War is at its best barbarism.

I intend to make Georgia howl.

The voice of the people is the voice of humbug.

If the people raise a great howl against my barbarity and cruelty, I will answer that war is war, and not popularity seeking.

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. The better classes are tired of the insane howling of the lower strata and they mean to stop them.

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

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

Twice a week I would receive injections or IV's of Factor VIII which clotted the blood and then broke it down.

Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy.

Keep your blood clean, your body lean, and your mind sharp.

My great religion is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true. The intellect is only a bit and a bridle.

The anguish of the neurotic individual is the same as that of the saint. The neurotic, the saint are engaged in the same battle. Their blood flows from similar wounds. But the first one gasps and the other one gives.

I had no blood relatives till I made some.

I know that I'm very lucky to be alive. For 35 or 40 years I've spilt my blood and broke my bones and spent years in hospitals.

Don't forget that the only two things people read in a story are the first and last sentences. Give them blood in the eye on the first one.