A work settles nothing, just as the labor of a whole generation settles nothing. Sons, and the morrow, always start afresh.
Cesare PaveseIdleness makes hours pass slowly and years swiftly. Activity makes the hours short and the years long.
Cesare PaveseDawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills. Your steps and breath like the wind of dawn smother houses. The city shudders, Stones exhaleโ you are life, an awakening. Star lost in the light of dawn, trill of the breeze, warmth, breathโ the night is done. You are light and morning.
Cesare Pavese