Maxioms by Jean Anouilh
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself
What you get free costs too much.
What you get free costs too much.
Tragedy is restful: and the reason is that hope, that foul, deceitful thing, has no part in it.
Tragedy is restful: and the reason is that hope, that foul, deceitful thing, has no part in it.
Listen, my friend, there are two races of beings. The masses teeming and happy -- common clay, if you like read more
Listen, my friend, there are two races of beings. The masses teeming and happy -- common clay, if you like -- eating, breeding, working, counting their pennies; people who just live; ordinary people; people you can't imagine dead. And then there are the others -- the noble ones, the heroes. The ones you can quite well imagine lying shot, pale and tragic; one minute triumphant with a guard of honor, and the next being marched away between two gendarmes.
Have you noticed that life, real honest to goodness life, with murders and catastrophes and fabulous inheritances, happens almost exclusively read more
Have you noticed that life, real honest to goodness life, with murders and catastrophes and fabulous inheritances, happens almost exclusively in newspapers?
