The only advice that I'm in the mood to give - and that I give regularly - to young people is this: fight for what you believe in. You will lose, just like I have lost, all the battles. But only one you may win. The one that you engage every morning, in front of the mirror.
Let not the usual abstract arguments be brought to me, like the sacredness of life: no one contests the right of everyone to arrange their own life, I don't see why their own death has to be contested.
the love of power excludes all others.
In the art of entrepeneurship, you are certainly a genius, and I an asshole. But in the art of argument the genius is me, and you the asshole.
Democracy is always, by nature and constitution, the triumph of mediocrity.
Italian husbands, in order to buy their wives a fur, spend more than all their European collegues.
It isn't necessary to be socialists in order to love Pertini. Whatever he says or does, smells of cleanliness, of loyalty and of sincerity.
Politicians do nothing but ask of us, during every expiration of a legal statute, a gesture of trust. But here trust is not enough; what's needed is an act of faith.
Men do not know how to appreciate and measure luck except that of others. Their own never.
When a nice quote comes to mind, I always attribute it to Montesquieu, or to La Rochefoulcauld. They've never complained.
This isn't the Right, this is the billy-club. Italians don't know how to go Right without ending up in the billy-club.
Fascism rewarded jackasses in uniform. Democracy gives priviliges to those in sports' gear. In Italy, political regimes come to pass. The jackasses remain. Triumphant.
No, Travaglio kills no one. With a knife. He uses a weapon much more refined and unendictable in court: the archive.