An art aims, above all, at producing something beautiful which affects not our feelings but the organ of pure contemplation, our imagination.
The older I get, the more individuality I find in animals and the less I find in humans.
You know, I looked at my face in the mirror this morning, and I like being old. My face has more content and when I train in the gym now, I am not training to be strong or handsome - just better than I was yesterday. These days the race is just against myself.