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.
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.
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
Until the day of his death, no man can be sure of his courage.
Until the day of his death, no man can be sure of his courage.
What you get free costs too much.
What you get free costs too much.
