The scenes on this field would have cured anybody of war.

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.

Every attempt to make war easy and safe will result in humiliation and disaster.

In our Country... one class of men makes war and leaves another to fight it out.

War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.

War is the remedy that our enemies have chosen, and I say let us give them all they want.

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

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.

War is at its best barbarism.

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.