Growing old is no more than a bad habit which a busy person has no time to form.

Old age is far more than white hair, wrinkles, the feeling that it is too late and the game finished, that the stage belongs to the rising generations. The true evil is not the weakening of the body, but the indifference of the soul.

An artist must be a reactionary. He has to stand out against the tenor of the age and not go flopping along.

Without a family, man, alone in the world, trembles with the cold.

Memory is a great artist. For every man and for every woman it makes the recollection of his or her life a work of art and an unfaithful record.