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Men, I'm Getting Out Of Rome. Anyone Who Wants To Carry On The War Against The Outsiders, Come With Me. I Can Offer You Neither Honours Nor Wages; I Offer You Hunger, Thirst, Forced Marches, Battles And Death. Anyone Who Loves His Country, Follow Me

I Offer Neither Pay, Nor Quarters, Nor Food; I Offer Only Hunger, Thirst, Forced Marches, Battles And Death. Let Him Who Loves His Country With His Heart, And Not Merely With His Lips, Follow Me.

Man Created God, Not God, Man

Posterity Will Call You The Great Emancipator, A More Enviable Title Than Any Crown Could Be, And Greater Than Any Merely Mundane Treasure.

Necessity Does Not Submit To Debate.