I Think I Understand What

War Is The Remedy That Our Enemies Have Chosen, And I Say Let Us Give Them All They Want.

The Whole Army Is Burning With An Insatiable Desire To Wreak Violence Upon South Carolina. I Almost Tremble For Her Fate.

If You Don't Have My Army Supplied, And Keep It Supplied, We'll Eat Your Mules Up, Sir.

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.

You Cannot Qualify War In Harsher Terms Than I Will.