[Addressed to Berlusconi who wanted to impose himself on the editorial style of Il Giornale] 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.

Men do not know how to appreciate and measure luck except that of others. Their own never.

A real writer [...] looks not in another writer but himself.

Also we Italians have something to Elvis Presley: to offer one of the rare occasions when we prefer to be Italian rather than American.

Which ever one of you will want to become a journalist, let him remember to choose his own master: the reader.

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.

Depression is a democratic sickness: it afflicts everyone.

Italian husbands, in order to buy their wives a fur coat, spend more than all their European collegues.

Pertini has interpreted as their best the worst about Italians.

Servitude, in many cases, is not forced upon by the masters, but a temptation of the servants.

I know many crooks and they never preach, but I don't know anyone who preaches that isn't a crook also.