It exists a coward middle class that expects to farm out to the Police the task to be spit, to be beaten up and to be killed in order to hold to cover themselves. And the middle class doesn't want even to pay a decent wage to them.
Servitude, in many cases, is not a master's violence, but a servant's temptation.
Men appreciate and measure but the fortune of others. Their own, never.
I do not want to suffer, I don't have of suffering a cristian idea. They tell us that suffering lifts the spirit up; but no, suffering is a painful thing and that's it, and it doesn't lift anything up. And so I am not afraid of suffering. Because when it comes to death, I, that in all things I believe to be a moderate, I am an absolute radical. If we have a right to life, we also have a right to death. It's up to us, and we must have recognized the right of choosing the when and how of our death.
Probably in Italy there isn't a landscape and view more beautiful than Maratea. Imagine dozens of miles of cliffs jagged with caves, stacks, precipices and soft beaches which look out over the most beautiful of seas, now wide open, now closed in sparse little docks.
I know many scoundrels who aren't moralists, but I know of no moralists who aren't scoundrels.
We see Italy as it is, realistically: not a hive for poets, of saints and sailors, but an expensive maintained and coarse woman: but she is the only one who can warm our bed and make us feel like men, even if sinful.
One of the problems of Italy is maybe this, having for capital a city disproportionate for name and history, to the simplicity of community that when screams "Forza Roma" only alludes to a soccer team.
In Italy there is not civil coscience, there is not national integrity that holds togheter a federal government and guarantees civilness between parts. On the other hand I see some civilness glimmer and european calling only in Cisalpine Italy. Elsewhere, instead, is a difficult, if not impossible, disaster to fix. I hope I'm wrong.
Servitude, in many cases, is not forced upon by the masters, but a temptation of the servants.