War is a hard school, but the British, once compelled to go there, are attentive pupils.

War is horrible, but slavery is worse, and you may be sure that the British people would rather go down fighting than live in servitude.

We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies... the mystic chords of memory... will swell the chorus of the Union... touched by the better angels of our nature.

I have a good memory, and that helps. When that fails there is always a tape-recorder to fall back on.

Every loss which we incur leaves behind it vexation in the memory, save the greatest loss of all, that is, death, which annihilates the memory, together with life.

Nothing is more rash or more opposed to the principles of war than a flank march in presence of an army in position, especially when that army occupies heights at the foot of which you must defile.