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

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.

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.

I see your bleeding dark side. I feel your angry heart. Reveals forbidden places. More monster yet alive...

In 1956 I was granted the biggest reward of my career: my wife, Josée Jongen.

Truth does not demand belief. Scientists do not join hands every Sunday, singing, 'Yes, gravity is real! I will have faith!'

I want to be free Michael, just for once in my whole life I want to be free" "You are free. You just don't know it yet

I am I because my little dog knows me but, creatively speaking the little dog knowing that you are you and your recognising that he knows, that is what destroys creation. That is what makes school.

You have to want something or you're finished.

I had a feeling about what I wanted to say, and I wasn't really qualified to discuss real things out of America because I didn't grow up there.

The history of science is everywhere speculative. It is a marvelous hiatory. It makes you proud to be a human being.

Do not disdain the commandment to love, for through it you become a son of God, and when you break it, you become a son of Gehenna.

Novels so often provide an anodyne and not an antidote, glide one into torpid slumbers instead of rousing one with a burning brand.