I Think I Understand What

I'm A Damned Sight Smarter Than Grant; I Know More About Organization, Supply And Administration And About Everything Else Than He Does; But I'll Tell You Where He Beats Me And Where He Beats The World. He Don't Care A Damn For What The Enemy Does Out Of His Sight But It Scares Me Like Hell.

War Is The Remedy That Our Enemies Have Chosen, And I Say Let Us Give Them All They Want.

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

A Battery Of Field Artillery Is Worth A Thousand Muskets.

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.