Italy, Wants Peace And Quiet, Work And

For Us The National Flag Is A Rag To Be Planted On A Dunghill. There Are Only Two Fatherlands In The World: That Of The Exploited And That Of The Exploiters.

The Government Has Been Compelled To Levy Taxes Which Unavoidably Hit Large Sections Of The Population. The Italian People Are Disciplined, Silent And Calm, They Work And Know That There Is A Government Which Governs, And Know, Above All, That If This Government Hits Cruelly Certain Sections Of The Italian People, It Does Not So Out Of Caprice, But From The Supreme Necessity Of National Order.

All Within The State, Nothing Outside The State, Nothing Against The State.

There Is A Violence That Liberates, And A Violence That Enslaves; There Is A Violence That Is Moral And A Violence That Is Immoral.

This Is The Epitaph I Want On My Tomb: Here Lies One Of The Most Intelligent Animals Who Ever Appeared On The Face Of The Earth.