Words matter. These are the best William Tecumseh Sherman Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
In our Country… one class of men makes war and leaves another to fight it out.
You may as well say, ‘That’s a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
You may as well say, ‘That’s a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.
There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell.
Every attempt to make war easy and safe will result in humiliation and disaster.
I think I understand what military fame is; to be killed on the field of battle and have your name misspelled in the newspapers.
You cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will.
He belonged to that army known as invincible in peace, invisible in war.
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.
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.
This war differs from other wars, in this particular. We are not fighting armies but a hostile people, and must make old and young, rich and poor, feel the hard hand of war.
I would make this war as severe as possible, and show no symptoms of tiring till the South begs for mercy.
I make up my opinions from facts and reasoning, and not to suit any body but myself. If people don’t like my opinions, it makes little difference as I don’t solicit their opinions or votes.
I beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah.
War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.
If the people raise a great howl against my barbarity and cruelty, I will answer that war is war, and not popularity seeking.
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.
Grant stood by me when I was crazy, and I stood by him when he was drunk, and now we stand by each other.
Every attempt to make war easy and safe will result in humiliation and disaster.
The scenes on this field would have cured anybody of war.
I hate newspapermen. They come into camp and pick up their camp rumors and print them as facts. I regard them as spies, which, in truth, they are.
I make up my opinions from facts and reasoning, and not to suit any body but myself. If people don’t like my opinions, it makes little difference as I don’t solicit their opinions or votes.
The voice of the people is the voice of humbug.
If you don’t have my army supplied, and keep it supplied, we’ll eat your mules up, sir.
There will soon come an armed contest between capital and labor. They will oppose each other, not with words and arguments, but with shot and shell, gun-powder and cannon. The better classes are tired of the insane howling of the lower strata and they mean to stop them.
War is too serious a matter to leave to soldiers.
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.
I would make this war as severe as possible, and show no symptoms of tiring till the South begs for mercy.
The voice of the people is the voice of humbug.
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.
If forced to choose between the penitentiary and the White House for four years, I would say the penitentiary, thank you.
War is too serious a matter to leave to soldiers.
War is at its best barbarism.
I intend to make Georgia howl.
If you don’t have my army supplied, and keep it supplied, we’ll eat your mules up, sir.
It’s a disagreeable thing to be whipped.
War is hell.
War is at its best barbarism.
There will soon come an armed contest between capital and labor. They will oppose each other, not with words and arguments, but with shot and shell, gun-powder and cannon. The better classes are tired of the insane howling of the lower strata and they mean to stop them.
