The masses never revolt of their own accord, and they never revolt merely because they are oppressed. Indeed, so long as they are not permitted to have standards of comparison, they never even become aware that they are oppressed.

It was not the man's brain that was speaking; it was his larynx.

The heresy of heresies was common sense.

War is a way of shattering to pieces... materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable and... too intelligent.

So long as human beings stay human, death and life are the same thing.

On a ruinous wall I came upon a poster dating from the previous year and announcing that ‘six handsome bulls’ would be killed in the arena on such and such a date. How forlorn its faded colours looked. Where were the handsome bulls and the handsome bull-fighters now? It appeared that even in Barcelona there were hardly any bullfights nowadays - for some reason all the best matadors were Fascists.

Men are only as good as their technical development allows them to be.