History is the propaganda of the victors.

Love itself is what is left over when being "in love" has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

Fascism is fundamentally and at bottom an aesthetic conception, and . . . it is your function as creators of beautiful things to portray with the greatest efficacy the sublime beauty and inevitable reality of the Fascist ideal.

We should care for each other more than we care for ideas, or else we will end up killing each other.

The garden where you sit Has never a need of flowers, For you are the blossoms And only a fool or the blind Would fail to know it

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.

Like many men, I am not ashamed to admit that my principal joys are domestic. I love cooking, and I love looking after my children. Indeed, the times that I have with them are the only ones when I feel unconditionally happy.