I know I had no hand in making this war, and I know I will make more sacrifices today than any of you to secure peace.

War is at its best barbarism.

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

War is hell.

We must act with vindictive earnestness against the Sioux, even to their extermination, men, women and children... during an assault, the soldiers cannot pause to distinguish between male and female, or even discriminate as to age.

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.

The more Indians we can kill... the less will have to be killed the next war, for the more I see of these Indians, the more convinced I am that they all have to be killed or be maintained as a species of paupers.

After all, I think Forrest was the most remarkable man our Civil War produced on either side.

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.

We can make war so terrible and make them so sick of war that generations pass away before they again appeal to it.