Grant Stood By Me When I Was

You Cannot Qualify War In Harsher Terms Than I Will.

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.

War Is The Remedy That Our Enemies Have Chosen, And I Say Let Us Give Them All They Want.

I Knew Wherever I Was That You Thought Of Me, And If I Got In A Tight Place You Would Come-if Alive.

I'm A Damned Sight Smarter Than Grant; I Know More About Organization, Supply And Administration And About Everything Else Than He Does; But I'll Tell You Where He Beats Me And Where He Beats The World. He Don't Care A Damn For What The Enemy Does Out Of His Sight But It Scares Me Like Hell.