“Italian journalism is free because it serves one cause and one purpose… mine!”

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.

The Fascist conception of the State is all-embracing; outside of it no human or spiritual values can exist, much less have value.

Once again, we find ourselves back in the unknown – not in the idea of the unknown, but in the lived reality of it. It’s the mind humbled, on its knees, with bare feet and free of the known.

In the heart of a human being, emptiness becomes love. When we touch that Source, instantly the love is present. Literally, the divine becomes human and the human becomes divine.

More and more do I see that only a successful revolution in India can break England’s back forever and free Europe itself.

I was free always. I could work without the money, to film this and that. But this is another point, because now I’m alone, and I can just use it when I want.

There is something fearfully strengthening about cutting free even if the ties bandage the heart itself.

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

You have to be free to play around with the notion that day might be night, love might be hate; nothing can be too sacred for the imagination to turn into its opposite or to call experimentally by another name. For writing is re-naming.

Same is true of liking a boy. If you cut off the thoughts, if you stop pinning, you’re free to find a boy who is attainable.