It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.

It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.

Like all young men I set out to be a genius, but mercifully laughter intervened.

I imagine, therefore I belong and am free.

History is an endless repetition of the wrong way of living.

The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.

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.