Author of quotes: Cesare Lombroso

History taught the Nations, more instructive than that which is studied in books.

Every mental agitation, passes into the muscular, and between them are inextricably linked. A child jumps and jumps at the sight of something shiny. Adult begins to gesticulate under the influence of feelings or strong emotion, and what it is stronger, the more irritated the muscular system. Easy pain is a moan, sharp Creek: weak - if the suffering of fleeting, high or low - if it is long, and in the case of unbearable suffering, the sound of voices rises a fifth, an octave or even more. The singing the same emotion manifested as tremor muscular ligaments, why does the so-called tremolo.

Good copy can only be what well see.

Poison I now for myself made
A few daggers are kept at the breast,
To part with life I much wish,
With a life of sadness and gloomy depression.
Will love you even beyond the grave,
Even dead, all shall love.
About then the bell will sound,
Death to all my offsetting;
The ringing of the funeral you will fly,
Will you listen to him, honey.
Will love you even beyond the grave,
Even dead, all shall love.
To pass you will carry to the grave
The ashes of my in the accompanying motley crowd;
The decrepit priest, perched on the fork,
Eternal memory then crows.
Will love you even beyond the grave,
Even dead, all shall love.

Don't be surprised to my letter, in verse:
Prose I can't write nothing!

Finally, it is proper story, although set in prose, not full exactly the same poetic fictions, fantastic episodes, a stretch in explanations, etc.? Is it we don't get to meet all kinds of nonsense like, for example, that the name of Saracens descended from Sarah, and Nuremberg - from Nero that Naples appeared in the egg that after some wars with the Turks in children happened more than 32 teeth, and 22 or 23? Did the historian Tubino, the Macaulay of his time, reported in his chronicle that the walls Pampeluna fell of themselves, almost the only companions of Charlemagne began to pray to God? Anyway, in our history as many of the fables generated by the madness of mankind (those more inclined to all of the fantastic than it is ignorant) that our linguists only waste their brains in a vain effort to find a reasonable explanation for this childish nonsense.

Crises usually end in recovery if the disease is curable.

... and hide myself trying
I will always be with yourself.

Partly gloomy view of the geniuses at the surroundings depends, however, from the fact that, being innovators in the mental sphere, they with unshakable firmness to Express beliefs that are not similar with the common opinion, and even alienate most ordinary people.

Genius is irritated to all and that people seem to just pin pricks, when its sensitivity is already represented him with a dagger.

...I mi son un che, guando
Amore spira, noto, ed in quel modo
Che detta dento vo significando
Inspired by love, I say what she tells me.

About brilliant people, just as crazy, we can say that they life still lonely, cold, indifferent to the responsibilities of a family man and member of society.

There is no doubt that between a mad fit and brilliant man, contemplating and realizing his work, there is complete similarity.

Great geniuses can't seem to grasp the concepts, affordable to the most ordinary minds.