After All, I Think Forrest Was The

My Aim, Then, Was To Whip The Rebels, To Humble Their Pride, To Follow Them To Their Inmost Recesses, And Make Them Fear And Dread Us. Fear Is The Beginning Of Wisdom.

If I Had My Choice I Would Kill Every Reporter In The World, But I Am Sure We Would Be Getting Reports From Hell Before Breakfast.

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.

War's Legitimate Object Is More Perfect Peace.

You Cannot Qualify War In Harsher Terms Than I Will. War Is Cruelty, And You Cannot Refine It; And Those Who Brought War Into Our Country Deserve All The Curses And Maledictions A People Can Pour Out. I Know I Had No Hand In Making This War, And I Know I Will Make More Sacrifices To-day Than Any Of You To Secure Peace.