War is hell.

There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell.

It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, more vengeance, more desolation. War is hell.

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.

War is at its best barbarism.

If the people raise a great howl against my barbarity and cruelty, I will answer that war is war, and not popularity seeking