For women, history does not exist. Murasaki, Sappho, and Madame Lafayette might be their own contemporaries.
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 PaveseWill power is only the tensile strength of one's own disposition. One cannot increase it by a single ounce.
Cesare Pavese