I can handle a hundred thousand men in battle, and take the City of the Sun, but am afraid to manage a lot in the swamp of San Francisco.

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

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. If I killed …

Grant stood by me when I was crazy, and I stood by him when he was drunk, and now we stand by each other always.