“The Italian people are disciplined, silent and calm, they work and know that there is a Government which governs, and know, above all, that if this Government hits cruelly certain sections of the Italian people, it does not so out of caprice, but from the supreme necessity of national order.”

Believe, obey, fight.

Thirty centuries of history allow us to look with supreme pity on certain doctrines which are preached beyond the Alps by the descendants of those who were illiterate when Rome had Caesar, Virgil, and Augustus.

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

This is the epitaph I want on my tomb: Here lies one of the most intelligent animals who ever appeared on the face of the earth.

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

There is the great, silent, continuous struggle: the struggle between the State and the Individual; between the State which demands and the individual who attempts to evade such demands. Because the individual, left to himself, unless he be a saint or hero, always refuses to pay taxes, obey laws, or go to war.

The function of a citizen and a soldier are inseparable.

Fascism is a religious concept.

I owe most to Georges Sorel. This master of syndicalism by his rough theories of revolutionary tactics has contributed most to form the discipline, energy and power of the fascist cohorts.

National pride has no need of the delirium of race.

Better to live a day as a lion than 100 years as a sheep

For us the national flag is a rag to be planted on a dunghill. There are only two fatherlands in the world: that of the exploited and that of the exploiters.

Democracy is talking itself to death. The people do not know what they want; they do not know what is the best for them.

We have buried the putrid corpse of liberty…

There is a violence that liberates, and a violence that enslaves; there is a violence that is moral and a violence that is immoral.

If you acquit me, you will give me great pleasure. If you condemn me you will do me honour!

Literature deserves its prestige for one reason above all others – because it’s a tool to help us live and die with a little bit more wisdom, goodness, and sanity.

Happiness is impossible for longer than 15 minutes. We are the descendants of creatures who, above all else, worried.

It certainly is gravy every day above ground right now, after kicking that heroin habit.

In [The New Poetry] I had attacked the British poets’ nervous preference for gentility above all else, and their avoidance of the uncomfortable, destructive truths both of the inner life and of the present time.

To experience poetry is to see over and above reality. It is to discover that which is beyond the physical, to experience another life and another level of feeling.

The more his character, by rising above material contingencies, widen, become free and independent.

When diving to attack always leave a proportion of your formation above to act as top guard.

Thanks be to God, not–only for ‘rivers of endless joys above, but for ‘rills of comfort here below.’