I Think I Understand What

You May As Well Say, 'that's A Valiant Flea That Dare Eat His Breakfast On The Lip Of A Lion.

I Think I Understand What Military Fame Is; To Be Killed On The Field Of Battle And Have Your Name Misspelled In The Newspapers.

If Forced To Choose Between The Penitentiary And The White House For Four Years, I Would Say The Penitentiary, Thank You.

If Nominated, I Won't Run; If Elected, I Won't Serve.

I Confess, Without Shame, That I Am Sick And Tired Of Fighting — Its Glory Is All Moonshine; Even Success The Most Brilliant Is Over Dead And Mangled Bodies, With The Anguish And Lamentations Of Distant Families, Appealing To Me For Sons, Husbands, And Fathers ... It Is Only Those Who Have Never Heard A Shot, Never Heard The Shriek And Groans Of The Wounded And Lacerated ... That Cry Aloud For More Blood, More Vengeance, More Desolation.