War Is At Best Barbarism.

I See Every Chance Of A Long, Confused And Disorganizing Civil War, And I Feel No Desire To Take A Hand Therein.

Many And Many A Person In Georgia Asked Me Why We Did Not Go To South Carolina; And, When I Answered That We Were En Route For That State, The Invariable Reply Was, - Well, If You Will Make Those People Feel The Utmost Severities Of War, We Will Pardon You For Your Desolation Of Georgia.

War's Legitimate Object Is More Perfect Peace.

The Only Good Indian Is A Dead Indian

To Secure The Safety Of The Navigation Of The Mississippi River I Would Slay Millions. On That Point I Am Not Only Insane, But Mad... I Think I See One Or Two Quick Blows That Will Astonish The Natives Of The South And Will Convince Them That, Though To Stand Behind A Big Cottonwood And Shoot At A Passing Boat Is Good Sport And Safe, It May Still Reach And Kill Their Friends And Families Hundreds Of Miles Off. For Every Bullet Shot At A Steamboat, I Would Shoot A Thousand 30-pounder Parrots Into Even Helpless Towns On Red, Ouachita, Yazoo, Or Wherever A Boat Can Float Or Soldier March.