Rome is the city of echoes, the city of illusions, and the city of yearning.

The sincere friends of this world are as ship lights in the stormiest of nights.

Every painting is a voyage into a sacred harbour.

Take pleasure in your dreams; relish your principles and drape your purest feelings on the heart of a precious lover.

The human heart is as a frail craft on which we wish to reach the stars.

Florence, where a scheme and foolhardy victim are created when strangers convene.