It is my conviction that in time of war, when the cannon speaks with its powerful voice, the less we speak the better.

We do not argue with those who disagree with us, we destroy them.

If I advance; follow me. If I retreat; kill me. If I die; avenge me! It is better to live one day as a lion than one-hundred years as a sheep!

I have been a racist since 1921. I don't know how they can think I'm imitating Hitler.

The press of Italy is free, freer than the press of any other country, so long as it supports the regime.

Silence is the only answer you should give to the fools. Where ignorance speaks, intelligence should not give advices.

The Socialists ask what is our program? Our program is to smash the heads of the Socialists.

Yes, a dictator can be loved. Provided that the masses fear him at the same time. The crowd love strong men. The crowd is like a woman.

Italian journalism is free because it serves one cause and one purpose... mine!

Democracy is beautiful in theory; in practice it is a fallacy.

If only we can give them faith that mountains can be moved, they will accept the illusion that mountains are moveable, and thus an illusion may become reality.

I am amazed at how being with him changes everything for me, socially speaking.

At one point in my life you'll have my best but not my whole.

If you're a simple person today, and want to live simply, that is awfully seditious. And to advise people to live simply is more seditious still.

Food is medicine! We have forgotten that!

Motion-picture studio floors used to be all wooden and not smooth at all. This was difficult when moving a camera around on a dolly.

I think a smart person today realizes that you have to be part of the art films that are done just for the sake of the art.

Myself when young did eagerly frequent doctor and saint, and heard great argument about it and about: but evermore came out by the same door as in I went.

You continue to evolve with each album that goes by and, as an artist, you continue to expand with every recording project.

Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? have you reckon’d the earth much? Have you practis’d so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?

Me this uncharted freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance desires, My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.