Whisperer: "In forty years he wrote more than twenty-one million lines of verse and prose, that are more than one thousand per day. Each line was numbered and the number written down at the edge of the paper."

D'Annunzio: "To rampage on the threshold of the new world. We do not want the truth anymore, give us dreams! Defend beauty! Defend the dream that is in you! Why am I just one man? Why am I not a whole army? My boldness is boundless these days. The years of dramatic reductation have added a powerful and proud simplicity to my style."

Male guide: "Bent and straight. All is nothing. No house is too small to be made bigger by a great owner, so that you can bequeath more than you can carry."

Whisperer: "He had his bed warmed up by servants.The stink of war hangs over all the junk, the cosy corners and his writings. The trenches stuffed with dead bodies, where our ancestors were cut to pieces and decayed as Europe's carrion.Their fear of death ended up in soap boxes made of alabaster, home of their boiled down gleaming bones."