Old age is an insult. It's like being smacked.

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

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.

It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.

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

It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.

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

Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.

I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.

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