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.
Ah, no, far be from me a thought which I loathe like poison.
Man created God, not God, man
Let him who loves his country in his heart, and not his lips only, 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.