A Bold Onset Is Half The Battle.

Bacchus Has Drowned More Men Than Neptune.

To This Wonderful Page In Our Country's History Another More Glorious Still Will Be Added, And The Slave Shall Show At Last To His Free Brothers A Sharpened Sword Forged From The Links Of His Fetters.

I Insist That Men Shall Have The Right To Work Out Their Lives In Their Own Way, Always Allowing To Others The Right To Work Out Their Lives In Their Own Way, Too.

Ah, No, Far Be From Me A Thought Which I Loathe Like Poison.

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