A Bold Onset Is Half

I Offer Neither Pay, Nor Quarters, Nor Food; I Offer Only Hunger, Thirst, Forced Marches, Battles And Death. Let Him Who Loves His Country With His Heart, And Not Merely With His Lips, Follow Me.

Yes, Young Men, Italy Owes To You An Undertaking Which Has Merited The Applause Of The Universe. You Have Conquered And You Will Conquer Still, Because You Are Prepared For The Tactics That Decide The Fate Of Battles.

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

Man Created God, Not God, Man

Bacchus Has Drowned More Men Than Neptune.