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The Object Of Art Is To Give Life Shape.

Life Isn't What You Think It Is. It's Like Water, And The Young Let It Trickle Away Between Their Fingers Without Even Noticing. Cup Your Hands, Keep It Safe. Life Eventually Becomes Something Else, Something Hard, Something Simple, Something You Can Hold In Your Hand And Nibble On Contentedly As You Sit In The Sun.

When You Are Forty, Half Of You Belongs To The Past... And When You Are Seventy, Nearly All Of You.

The True Masters Of The Art Of Living Are Already Happy.

A Good Actor Must Never Be In Love With Anyone But Himself.