The Priest Is The Personification Of Falsehood.

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.

Necessity Does Not Submit To Debate.

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.

Man Created God, Not God, Man

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