There's Many A Boy Here Today Who

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

The More Indians We Can Kill... The Less Will Have To Be Killed The Next War, For The More I See Of These Indians, The More Convinced I Am That They All Have To Be Killed Or Be Maintained As A Species Of Paupers.

The Carping And Bickering Of Political Factions In The Nation's Capital Reminds Me Of Two Pelicans Quarreling Over A Dead Fish.

It's A Disagreeable Thing To Be Whipped.

An Army Is A Collection Of Armed Men Obliged To Obey One Man. Every Enactment, Every Change Of Rule Which Impairs This Principle Weakens The Army, Impairs Its Value, And Defeats The Very Object Of Its Existence.