Bacchus Has Drowned More Men Than Neptune.

You, Too, Women, Cast Away All The Cowards From Your Embraces; They Will Give You Only Cowards For Children, And You Who Are The Daughters Of The Land Of Beauty Must Bear Children Who Are Noble And Brave.

A Bold Onset Is Half The Battle.

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

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