All Italians Are Plunderers.

The Inevitable End Of Multiple Chiefs Is That They Fade And Disappear For Lack Of Unity.

Until Then, Mio Dolce Amor, A Thousand Kisses; But Give Me None In Return, For They Set My Blood On Fire.

The Art Of Government Is Not To Let Me Grow Stale.

War Is A Lottery In Which Nations Ought To Risk Nothing But Small Amounts.

Alexander, Charlemagne And Myself All Tried To Found An Empire On Force And We Failed. Jesus Christ Is Building An Empire On Love, And Today There Are Millions Of People Who Would Gladly Die For His Sake.