Jean Anouilh

It is restful, tragedy, because one knows that there is no more lousy hope left. You know you're caught, caught read more

It is restful, tragedy, because one knows that there is no more lousy hope left. You know you're caught, caught at last like a rat with all the world on its back. And the only thing left to do is shout -- not moan, or complain, but yell out at the top of your voice whatever it was you had to say. What you've never said before. What perhaps you don't even know till now.

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.

Life is a wonderful thing to talk about, or to read about in history books - but it is terrible read more

Life is a wonderful thing to talk about, or to read about in history books - but it is terrible when one has to live it

Propaganda is a soft weapon; hold it in your hands too long, and it will move about like a snake, read more

Propaganda is a soft weapon; hold it in your hands too long, and it will move about like a snake, and strike the other way.

What you get free costs too much.

What you get free costs too much.