Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years. People grow old by deserting their ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up wrinkles the soul.

— Douglas MacArthur

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Tornado approaching canadian city. 1927

Aerial view of the Kuwaiti oil fires, 1991

Emil Cioran

I always feel myself being thrust back into loneliness when someone tells me it’s cold on a hot day. It isn’t good to talk so much about the weather — weather is a highly personal matter, and communication on the subject inevitably fails.

Yoko Tawada, from ‘Memoirs of a Polar Bear’, tr. Susan Bernofsky