The Duke: The limit of love is always needing an accomplice.
The Duke: It is when I see others degraded that I rejoice knowing it is better to be me than the scum of "the people." Whenever men are equal, without that difference, happiness cannot exist. So you wouldn't aid the humble, the unhappy. In all the world no voluptuousness flatters the senses more than social privilege.
The Duke: Within a budding grove, the girls think but of love. Hear the radio, drinking tea and to hell with being free. They've no idea the bourgeoisie has never hesitated to kill its children.
The President: Homage to the rear temple is often more fervent than the other.
The Bishop: Idiot, did you really think we would kill you? Don't you see we want to kill you a thousand times, to the limits of eternity, if eternity could have limits?
The Duke: This howling is the most exciting thing I have ever heard.
The Duke: I remember I once had a mother too, who aroused similar feelings in me. As soon as I could, I sent her to the next world. I have never known such subtle pleasure as when she closed her eyes for the last time.
The Magistrate: Signora Vaccari is sure to soon turn them into first class whores. Nothing is more contagious than evil.
The Duke: Dear friends, marrying each other's daughters will unite our destinies for ever.
The Duke: We Fascists are the only true anarchists, naturally, once we're masters of the state. In fact, the one true anarchy is that of power.
Signora Castelli: It is not enough to kill the same person over and over again. It is far more recommendable to kill as many beings as possible.
