D'Annunzio: "One must do something for one's body in order to restore the soul's strength which is depleted during bouts of apathy. I go riding early, arriving home I harden the muscles with cold water, exercise for fifteen minutes with dumb-bells. The doctor comes and gives me an injection of glycerin phosphate and strychnine. I feel much better, more agile, lighter.

Female guide:"The Apollonian veranda. It was built on to the original structure of the villa in order to create indirect lighting into the poet's bedroom. The name comes from the statue of Apollon in its centre. The veranda was used as reading room and study. On a table to the left we see photographs of his mother and Elenora Duse (the one to the rear). She was an actress and the best known of d'Annunzio's lovers."

D'Annunzio: "A hill, so green, with small meadows, with plane trees, cypresses, laurel and chestnut oaks will help the latin race to rediscover her past greatness. I believe, that the poet and the simple souls can perceive the weaving of the forest nymphs and the breathing of the great Pan."

Whisperer: "Sunrises behind the mountains, sunsets at the end of the lake, cypresses, the midday sun blocked out by curtains, the bright silken drapes rippling in the wind, and the man has so much drugs inside, is so euphoric about the culture he created that he falls out of the window. For seconds he feels terribly ashamed of it. He bangs his head against the low doorframe at the entrance to his study. Visitors were supposed to duck automatically before entering it, but he himself often forgot to mind his head. His domestic accidents are legendary.
Long before Christ, man had given up looking forward with paddle in hand. After that they rowed, with eyes fixed to the man at the rear, who dictated the course. The man at stern had the privilege of admiring the slaves' muscles. The rhythm of their rowing strokes gives him the timing for his repetitions: 'Ì am impotent, I am impotent.' He neither paddled nor rowed, always stood at the stern, shouting: 'Arm the bow for an attack on the world!' Thoughts want to sing strangely. His were totally drained. An alchemist of actions who succeeded in transforming gold into shit."

D'Annunzio: "I have wallpapered the area around my bed with red brocade and hid it behind dividers. I have created this alcove to sleep in purple, the beautiful colour of blood".