Jean Anouilh

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.

Have you noticed that life, real honest to goodness life, with murders and catastrophes and fabulous inheritances, happens almost exclusively read more

Have you noticed that life, real honest to goodness life, with murders and catastrophes and fabulous inheritances, happens almost exclusively in newspapers?

What you get free costs too much.

What you get free costs too much.

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