We remember childhood as the fabulous years of our lives, and nations remember their childhood as fabulous years.
Giacomo LeopardiWhat do you do there, moon, in the sky? Tell me what you do, silent moon. When evening comes you rise and go contemplating wastelands; then you set.
Giacomo LeopardiEvery man remembers his childhood as a kind of mythical age, just as every nation's childhood is its mythical age.
Giacomo Leopardi