Grant Stood By Me When

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.

If You Don't Have My Army Supplied, And Keep It Supplied, We'll Eat Your Mules Up, Sir.

An Army Is A Collection Of Armed Men Obliged To Obey One Man. Every Enactment, Every Change Of Rule Which Impairs This Principle Weakens The Army, Impairs Its Value, And Defeats The Very Object Of Its Existence.

The Young Bloods Of The South: Sons Of Planters, Lawyers About Towns, Good Billiard-players And Sportsmen, Men Who Never Did Any Work And Never Will... They Are Splendid Riders, First-rate Shots And Utterly Reckless. These Men Must All Be Killed Or Employed By Us Before We Can Hope For Peace.

The North Can Make A Steam Engine, Locomotive Or Railway Car; Hardly A Yard Of Cloth Or A Pair Of Shoes Can You Make. You Are Rushing Into War With One Of The Most Powerful, Ingeniously Mechanical And Determined People On Earth - Right At Your Doors. You Are Bound To Fail. Only In Spirit And Determination Are You Prepared For War. In All Else You Are Totally Unprepared, With A Bad Cause To Start With.