“We have buried the putrid corpse of liberty…”

Let us have a dagger between our teeth, a bomb in our hands and an infinite scorn in our hearts.

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!

The Mediterranean will be turned into an Italian lake.

Fascism is definitely and absolutely opposed to the doctrines of liberalism, both in the political and economic sphere.

If two irreconcilable elements are struggling with each other, the solution lies in force. There has never been any other solution in history, and there never will be.

It is not impossible to rule Italians, but it would be useless.

For my part I prefer fifty thousand rifles to five million votes.

The Government has been compelled to levy taxes which unavoidably hit large sections of the population.

Peace is absurd: Fascism does not believe in it.

Statesman only talk of fate when they have blundered

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.

Speeches made to the people are essential to the arousing of enthusiasm for a war.

Religion is man-made to assist in controlling the weak minded individuals because during times of atrocity and despair they feel strength in numbers.

Race? It is a feeling, not a reality. Ninety-five per cent, at least. Nothing will ever make me believe that biologically pure races can be shown to exist today….

Three cheers for war, noble and beautiful above all.

The Fascist accepts life and loves it, knowing nothing of and despising suicide; he rather conceives of life as duty and struggle and conquest.

In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.

There is a hunger in you. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do.

I’ll only retire in the day I should be dead and they have me buried, and some idiot spell over my casket some stupid gospel stuff.

Made difficult-to-come-by, whatever is buried in the memory by the collapse of meaning under an inadequate or lying language – this will become, not merely unspoken, but unspeakable.

Unearthing buried bits of nostalgia from deep within and spreading the broken, jagged pieces out in front of you like a display of junk at a garage sale.

Many people die at twenty five and aren’t buried until they are seventy five.