Book: Kings Of Verona

- We are what we are made of stars.
- We are what we were destined to be.

Stories of blood feuds, duels and the family honour has always fascinated people.

The worst thing you can do to a man is to destroy his name. Gargano now treated not only to his son. - The names of special power. Just ask a Captain. People live and die, their children die too. Things are forgotten - to a man, whether love, or military exploits. The only thing left after the person name. I realized this after the death of the last Kapelletti. They're gone, no one to continue the once glorious race.

The best wine that you buy.

The recovery of the sick is the best proof of art doctor.

People who do not read books, unable to think, uneducated, incurious.

Trust can't promise anything. Trust is either there or not.

People can't resist predestined - how a seaman can not, by their will to stop the storm, but he can decide how to withstand the elements.

The fate of the person depends on himself. Otherwise what is the point in our stay on earth?

Ponzoni did not understand simple things: for example, that most of the people and the war goes for robbery. That riders, and especially the infantry is useless to talk about the generosity and justice. Man goes to the army to get rich, but at the same time to unwind.

The person ends up living in the same state that we started.

Fortune favors the brave.

For centuries, people believed the magician Virgil. There were rumors that he has a bronze horse, which by its presence protects all the horses of Naples from the hollow of the back, otherwise diseases of copper deficiency; that he had on the door frame sits a bronze fly, which protects the city from the rest of the flies. In addition, it was said that in Virgil the house has enchanted pantry, where raw meat can be stored for six weeks, and though he carved a statue of an Archer pulls the bowstring. Until the arrow points to the mount Vesuvius eruption will not happen. I wonder in what direction was rotated Archer in 79 after Christ?

Just nature has given me an unusually delicate taste and sense of smell, and where else but in the tasting for me to use these qualities?