War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.
You cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will.
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.
Every attempt to make war easy and safe will result in humiliation and disaster.
If the people raise a great howl against my barbarity and cruelty, I will answer that war is war, and not popularity seeking.
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.
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.
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 have to be motivated, and I'm sure time will avail itself.
Well, you might as well imitate your own program because if you don't, someone else will.
When the great history of trouble is written, my family will stand extremely high in the table of contents.
A bumper of good liquor will end a contest quicker than justice, judge, or vicar.
Ay, ay, the best terms will grow obsolete: damns have had their day.
I think the measure of your success to a certain extent will be the amount of things written about you that aren't true.
And so I'm still giving some thought - I will transition hopefully into the corporate world. And I look forward to getting involved in several other areas that I have a great interest in.