I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.

Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch.

Love and understand the Italians, for the people are more marvellous than the land.

The people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal.

One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.

Only people who have been allowed to practise freedom can have the grown-up look in their eyes.