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

[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.

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.

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

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

The nice thing about political pundits is that, when they answer a question, one no longer understands what they were asked.

Fascism rewarded jackasses in uniform. Democracy gives privileges to those in sports' gear. In Italy, political regimes come to pass. Jackasses remain. Triumphant.