There isno triumph or glory in the world that's worth an inch of human skin.

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.

Race cars are neither beautiful nor ugly. They become beautiful when they win.

Everyone dreams of driving a Ferrari, it was my intent fromthe start.

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.

The era of gentleman racing drivers is ended.