Courage - a perfect sensibility of the measure of danger, and a mental willingness to endure it.

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.

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

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

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.

I beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah.

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

If forced to choose between the penitentiary and the White House for four years, I would say the penitentiary, thank you.

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.

The voice of the people is the voice of humbug.

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

I shall strive not to be guilty of adding any fuel to the flames of hatred and passion which, if continued to be fed, promise to burn up whatever is left by the war of decent human feeling in Europe.

Be still and cool in thine own mind and spirit.

It requires courage to make a frontal attack on nature through the broad planes and the large lines and it is cowardly to do it by the facets and details. It is a battle.

Well, I'm a Harley Babe.

Men love you more if they can be made a little uncertain about owning you.

Marriage is a psychological condition, not a civil contract and a license. Once a marriage is dead, it is dead, and it begins to stink faster than a dead fish.

Golf is a game where white men can dress up as black pimps and get away with it.

Henceforth I ask not good fortune. I myself am good fortune.

A stranger is just a friend I haven't met yet.

If there is a God what the hell is He for?