Maxioms by Jean Anouilh
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.
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
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.
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.
