For us artists there waits the joyous compromise through art with all that wounded or defeated us in daily life in this way, not to evade destiny, as the ordinary people try to do, but to fulfil it in its true potential - the imagination.
Old age is an insult. It's like being smacked.
The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.
It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.
History is an endless repetition of the wrong way of living.
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