“We are not pleasant people here, for the story of war is always the story of hate; it makes no difference with whom one fights. The hate destroys you.”
“I come from the South and I know what war is, for I have seen its terrible wreckage and ruin. It is easy for me as President to declare war. I do not have to fight, and neither do the gentlemen on the Hill who now clamor for it. It is some poor farmer's boy, or the son of some poor widow - who will have to do the fighting and dying.”
“I didn't come here to fight with you. I’m here to fight for you.”
“I didn’t pick this fight, gentlemen. The first move is yours,” Grandmother growled. “And the final one, I assure you, will be mine.”
“If you can't fight and you can't flee, flow.”