I Am Desperately Italian. I Believe In

If Only We Can Give Them Faith That Mountains Can Be Moved, They Will Accept The Illusion That Mountains Are Moveable, And Thus An Illusion May Become Reality.

One Moment On The Battlefield Is Worth A Thousand Years Of Peace.

We Have Buried The Putrid Corpse Of Liberty...

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.... National Pride Has No Need Of The Delirium Of Race.

The Struggle Between The Two Worlds [fascism And Democracy] Can Permit No Compromises. The New Cycle Which Begins With The Ninth Year Of The Fascist Regime Places The Alternative In Even Greater Relief Either We Or They, Either Their Ideas Or Ours, Either Our State Or Theirs!