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

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.

War is the normal state of the people.

I’ve had my fill of Hitler. These conferences called by the ringing of a bell are not to my liking. The bell is rung when people call their servants. And besides, what kind of conferences are these? For five hours I am forced to listen to a monologue which is quite fruitless and boring

Democracy is a kingless regime infested by many kings who are sometimes more exclusive, tyrannical and destructive than one, even if he be a tyrant.

We must give Italians a sense of race.

What the proletariat needs is a bath of blood.

What is freedom? There is no such thing as absolute freedom!

State intervention in economic production arises only when private initiative is lacking or insufficient, or when the political interests of the State are involved. This intervention may take the form of control, assistance or direct management.

I probably write a poem every 50 years.

Fifty percent of the doctors in this country graduated in the bottom half of their classes.

Every Friday I used to have about fifty, sixty kids who would wait for me on Sunset Boulevard and I’d take them all to dinner. All runaways.

I have had 50 drinks in one go!

There were fifty-four women and forty little boys with the Red Army prisoners, and I went daily to take care of them also.

You know, an hour and fifty-four minutes is too much for audiences. They get nervous.

We have built a total of about 1250 of this aircraft, but only fifty were allowed to be used as fighters

I was involved with drama departments since the 5th grade. I played at it. It was an escape.