In War Trivial Causes Produce Momentous Events.

All Gaul Is Divided Into Three Parts, One Of Which The Belgae Inhabit, The Aquitani Another, Those Who In Their Own Language Are Called Celts, In Ours Gauls, The Third.

Wine And Other Luxuries Have A Tendency To Enervate The Mind And Make Men Less Brave In Battle.

And When The Drums Of War Have Reached A Fever Pitch And The Blood Boils With Hate And The Mind Is Closed, The Leader Will Have No Need In Seizing The Rights Of The Citizenry. Rather, The Citizenry Infused With Fear And Blinded By Patriotism, Will Offer Up All Of Their Rights Unto The Leader And Do It Gladly So.

Yond Cassius Has A Lean And Hungry Look

Many Of You Wished Me Dead. Many Of You Perhaps Still Do. But I Hold No Grudges And Seek No Revenge. I Demand Only This...that You Join With Me In Building A New Rome, A Rome That Offers Justice, Peace And Land To All Its Citizens, Not Just The Privileged Few. Support Me In This Task, And Old Divisions Will Be Forgotten. Oppose Me, And Rome Will Not Forgive You A Second Time. Senators, The War Is Over.