War means fighting. The business of the soldier is to fight. Armies are not called out to dig trenches, to throw up breastworks, to live in camps, but to find the enemy and strike him; to invade his country, and do him all possible damage in the shortest possible time. This will involve great destruction of life and property while it lasts; but such a war will of necessity be of brief continuance, and so would be an economy of life and property in the end.

I find I like it too much.

This army stays here until the last wounded man is removed. Before I leave them to the enemy, I will lose many more men.

Our movement was a great success; I think the most successful military movement of my life. But I expect to receive more credit for it than I deserve. Most men will think I planned it all from the first; but it was not so. I simply took advantage of circumstances as they were presented to me in the providence of God. I feel that His hand led me - let us give Him the glory.

I am more anxious than I can express that my men should be not only good soldiers of their country, but also good soldiers of the cross.

He is cautious. He ought to be. But he is NOT slow. Lee is a phenomenon. He is the only man whom I would follow blindfolded.

I was afraid the fire would not be hot enough for me to distinguish myself.

Sir! Men who desert their comrades in war deserve to be shot! And Officers who intrude for them deserve to be hung!

Press on, press on, men.