Democracy is always, by nature and constitution, the triumph of mediocrity.

Fascism rewarded jackasses in uniform. Democracy gives privileges to those in sports' gear. In Italy, political regimes come to pass. Jackasses remain. Triumphant.

The love of power excludes all others.

You give Italy Jesus Christ and you get the Roman Catholic Church.

Pertini has interpreted as their best the worst about Italians.

Cynics are all moralists, and merciless too.

An Italian university is a contradiction in terms.

Which ever one of you will want to become a journalist, let him remember to choose his own master: the reader.

Servitude, in many cases, is not forced upon by the masters, but a temptation of the servants.

Politicians do nothing but ask of us, during every expiration of a legal statute, "a gesture of trust." But here trust is not enough; what's needed is an act of faith.

I know many crooks and they never preach, but I don't know anyone who preaches that isn't a crook also.

Did you call someone and tell them you’re safe?”“Called and told ’em I’m not dead. Not so sure about safeyet.

Heavenly Father, let your glory be seen in our lives.

Whenever a liberal begins a statement with 'I don't know which is more frightening,' you know the answer is going to be pretty clear.

They wanna know why, I'm so fly, a girl asked me for a ring and I put one around her whole eye I'm looking nothing like ya poppa, I wouldn't give a chick ten cents, to put cheese on a whopper.

There is a strange and mighty race of people called the Americans who are rapidly becoming the coldest in the world because of this cruel, man-eating idol, lucre.

I think reading has got so many more enemies now that graphic novels have kind of flipped over to that side.

The biologist passes. The frog stays the same.

Once you become the story off-screen, you are less likely to be the onscreen one.

I actually went into writing first to supplement my income, which was a strange thing to do and actually failed.

Oh, Love is the crooked thing, there is nobody wise enough to find out all that is in it, for he will be thinking about love til the stars run away and the shadows eaten the moon.