Bacchus Has Drowned More Men Than Neptune.

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

Necessity Does Not Submit To Debate.

I Utter This Word With Deepest Affection And From The Very Bottom Of My Heart.

The Priest Is The Personification Of Falsehood.

Let Him Who Loves His Country In His Heart, And Not His Lips Only, Follow Me.