“The struggle between the two worlds [Fascism and Democracy] can permit no compromises.”

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.

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

There is no revolution that can change the nature of man

There should be a connection between a man’s hairstyle and what matters to him in life.

I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.

Between understanding and faith immediate connections must subsist.

The relation between what we see and what we know is never settled. Each evening we see the sun set.

We never look at just one thing; we are always looking at the relation between things and ourselves.

There is a difference between admitting and confessing. Admitting involves softening, making excuses for things that cannot be excused; confessing just names the crimes at its full severity.

In a battle between force and an idea, the latter always prevails.

There is such a difference between life and theory.