Maxioms by Jean Anouilh
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.
Poor little men, poor little cocks! As soon as they're old enough, they swell their plumage to be conquerors. If read more
Poor little men, poor little cocks! As soon as they're old enough, they swell their plumage to be conquerors. If they only knew that it's enough to be just a little bit wounded and sad in order to obtain everything without fighting for 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.
Inspiration is a farce that poets have invented to give themselves importance.
Inspiration is a farce that poets have invented to give themselves importance.
What you get free costs too much.
What you get free costs too much.
