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.
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.
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.
What you get free costs too much.
What you get free costs too much.
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
