Maxioms by Jean Anouilh
What fun it would be to be poor, as long as one was excessively poor! Anything in excess is most read more
What fun it would be to be poor, as long as one was excessively poor! Anything in excess is most exhilarating
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
Listen, my friend, there are two races of beings. The masses teeming and happy /common clay, if you like /eating, 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.
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.
Inspiration is a farce that poets have invented to give themselves importance.
Inspiration is a farce that poets have invented to give themselves importance.