Racing is a great mania to which one must sacrifice everything, without reticence, without hesitation.
I don'tsell cars; I sell engines. The cars I throw in for free since something has tohold the engines in.
There isno triumph or glory in the world that's worth an inch of human skin.
Race cars are neither beautiful nor ugly. They become beautiful when they win.
Aerodynamics is for those who cannot manufacture good engines.
I am convinced, that when a man tells a woman he loves her, he only means that he desires her; and that the only total love in this world is that of a father for his son.