Life at my age is not easy, but spring is beautiful and so is love.
Sigmund Freud, on the occasion of his 80th birthday, in a letter to H.D.
Life at my age is not easy, but spring is beautiful and so is love.
Sigmund Freud, on the occasion of his 80th birthday, in a letter to H.D.
Beauty and love; no matter how I try, even at my age I can not escape them.
These words could be made mine, too, here in New Jersey:
Life at any age is not easy, but spring is beautiful and so is love.
Could be mine, too, here in Normandy, night and day.
The moon is beautiful, rising with our evening sitting.
These words could be also be mine.
"Life at my age (30) is not easy, but summer is beautiful and so is love. "