Lawrence Durrell
Old age is an insult. It's like being smacked.
age
History is an endless repetition of the wrong way of living.
history
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.
imagination
It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.
jealousy
The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.
love