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.
The reports recount that when the news of the murder of Walter Tobagi has reached in court, the member of the Red Brigades Corrado Alunni has received it with a sneer of joy. We have always fought death penalty on the requirement that the man does not have the right to kill the man. We confirm the requirement. What we begin to doubt is that the Pupils and those like him are men. The hyenas sneer on corpses.
Everybody loves themselves more or less. Silvio Berlusconi more. He doesn't only love himself. He also reciprocates.
I've already met a providential man and it was enough.
On women a lot has been said, too much even. Still a manual that has been just published suggests a different approach, which can be deduced easily from the title: "Throw away nothing of women. With 21 recipes on how to cook them". An original idea, no doubt about that. Pity that the problem, with women, isn't how to cook them. But how to digest them.
I am not afraid of the death, but to die.
Poor Christian Democracy. In all those years did the impossible to show us that the only serious, inflexible, provident administrators are the comunists. And it was able to be wrong also on this.
It is dangerous to put badly substantially good matters.
The thing with political analysts is that, when they answer, one doesn't remember what they have asked.
Even when we put in order all the rules, will always miss one: the one that from the inside of its conscience obligates every citizen to regulate on the basis of rules.