You put the life in your belly and you live.
We're like socks. You can put us through a rough wash once, but you'll never use us again.
Let us now relieve the Romans of their fears by the death of a feeble old man.
If we cannot find a way, we will make one.
God has given to man no sharper spur to victory than contempt of death.
We will find a way or we shall make one