War Is At Best Barbarism.

An Army To Be Useful Must Be A Unit, And Out Of This Has Grown The Saying, Attributed To Napoleon, But Doubtless Spoken Before The Days Of Alexander, That An Army With An Inefficient Commander Was Better Than One With Two Able Heads.

You People Of The South Don't Know What You Are Doing. This Country Will Be Drenched In Blood, And God Only Knows How It Will End.

To Those Who Would Submit To The Rightful Law And Authority, All Gentleness And Forbearance; But To The Petulant And Persistent Secessionists, Why, Death Is Mercy, And The Quicker He Or She Is Disposed Of The Better. Satan And The Rebellious Saints Of Heaven Were Allowed A Continuous Existence In Hell Merely To Swell Their Just Punishment. To Such As Would Rebel Against A Government So Mild And Just As Ours Was In Peace, A Punishment Equal Would Not Be Unjust.

I Would Make This War As Severe As Possible, And Show No Symptoms Of Tiring Till The South Begs For Mercy.

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.