The Carping And Bickering Of Political Factions

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.

You People Of The South Don't Know What You Are Doing. This Country Will Be Drenched In Blood, And God Only Knows How It Will End.

I Confess, Without Shame, That I Am Sick And Tired Of Fighting — Its Glory Is All Moonshine; Even Success The Most Brilliant Is Over Dead And Mangled Bodies, With The Anguish And Lamentations Of Distant Families, Appealing To Me For Sons, Husbands, And Fathers ... It Is Only Those Who Have Never Heard A Shot, Never Heard The Shriek And Groans Of The Wounded And Lacerated ... That Cry Aloud For More Blood, More Vengeance, More Desolation.

I Want Peace, And Believe It Can Only Be Reached Through Union And War, And I Will Ever Conduct War With A View To Perfect An Early Success.

Every Attempt To Make War Easy And Safe Will Result In Humiliation And Disaster.