It was a strange man, a kind of black humorist, a true philosopher. One day he said: "If my books could ensure an increase in the number of murders, well, it will mean that they have been quite useful in some way or another."

Repetita iuvant. Italy, a land of great saints, poets, sailors, artists, statesmen, businessmen, lawyers, intellectuals, professors, journalists, whores, gangsters, religious parasites and dickheads.

Man is certainly the most disgusting kind of worm that has ever crawled on this stupid ugly planet.

Political parties in Italy are so stupid and expensive that they deserve to be abolished.

You must try to make the most of all that comes but also don't forget to learn a lot of all that goes.

Would you like to do something good for the future of the human race; well, start killing some of its powerful members.

The more you find out about the world economy, the less you may truly know.