It is well that war is so terrible, or we should grow too fond of it.

It is well that war is so terrible, or we would grow too fond of it.

All I ever wanted was a Virginia farm, no end of cream and fresh butter and fried chicken - not one fried chicken, or two, but unlimited fried chicken.

I have been up to see the Congress and they do not seem to be able to do anything except to eat peanuts and chew tobacco, while my army is starving.

I can anticipate no greater calamity for the country than the dissolution of the Union. It would be an accumulation of all the evils we complain of, and I am willing to sacrifice everything but honor for its preservation.

The enemy is here, and if we do not whip him, he will whip us.

It is good that war is so horrible, or we might grow to like it.

Sir, if you ever presume again to speak disrespectfully of General Grant in my presence, either you or I will sever his connection with this university.

He has lost his left arm, but I my right.