I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, more vengeance, more desolation. War is hell.

There's many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell.

War at best is barbarism.

You cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will. War is cruelty, and you cannot refine it.