War Is Cruelty, And You Cannot Refine

You Might As Well Appeal Against The Thunder-storm As Against These Terrible Hardships Of War. They Are Inevitable, And The Only Way The People Of Atlanta Can Hope Once More To Live In Peace And Quiet At Home, Is To Stop The War, Which Can Only Be Done By Admitting That It Began In Error And Is Perpetuated In Pride.

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.

I Beg To Present You As A Christmas Gift The City Of Savannah.

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 Might As Well Appeal Against The Thunderstorm.