The Ferrari is a dream – people dream of owning this special vehicle and for most people it will remain a dream apart from for those lucky few.
Race cars are neither beautiful nor ugly. They become beautiful when they win.
The mostimportant victory is the one which has to arrive.
One must keep working continuously; otherwise, one thinks of death.
No one remembers who took second place and that will neverbe me.
I don’t sell cars; I sell engines. The cars I throw in for free since something has to hold the engines in.
What’s behind you doesn’t matter.
Aerodynamics are for people who can’t build engines.
Racing is a great mania to which one must sacrifice everything, without reticence, without hesitation.
I believe most things can be said in a few lines.
I have never gone on a real trip, never taken a holiday. The best holiday for me is spent in my workshops when nearly everybody else is on vacation.
There isno triumph or glory in the world that’s worth an inch of human skin.
You have to have courage to stand up to your critics.
Second is the first of the losers.
But each time I seemed to be climbing into a roller coaster and finding myself coming through the downhill run with that sort of dazed feeling that we all know.
Death will destroy my body, but my creatures will keep on living ever after, in the years to come.
The era of gentleman racing drivers is ended.
I have, in fact, no interest in life outside racing cars.
Everyone dreams of driving a Ferrari. It was my intent from the start.
I build engines and attach wheels to them.