Maxioms by Jean Anouilh
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.
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
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself
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.
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?
