The older we women grow, the more clearly we see what men really are: hypocrites, boasters, he-goats. The older men grow, the more they doll us up with every perfection. — Jean Giraudoux Copy Share Image
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light. — Jean Giraudoux Copy Share Image
To seek out in a world full of joy the one thing that is certain to give you pain, and hug it to your… — Jean Giraudoux Copy Share Image
When a grown man reaches forty, we change him for an old one. He has completely disappeared. There's only the most superficial resemblance between… — Jean Giraudoux Copy Share Image
There is an invisible garment woven around us from our earliest years; it is made of the way we eat, the way we walk,… — Jean Giraudoux Copy Share Image
A wife loves out of duty, and duty leads to constraint, and constraint kills desire. — Jean Giraudoux Copy Share Image
The brave men die in war. It takes great luck or judgment not to be killed. Once, at least, the head has to bow… — Jean Giraudoux Copy Share Image
As soon as war is declared it will be impossible to hold the poets back. Rhyme is still the most effective drum. — Jean Giraudoux Copy Share Image
I don't like knowing about other people's feelings. There is nothing more embarrassing. Just as when you play cards and you see your opponent's… — Jean Giraudoux Copy Share Image
I'm not afraid of death. It's the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life. — Jean Giraudoux Copy Share Image
I believe in the gods; or rather I believe that I believe in the gods. But I don't believe that they are great brooding… — Jean Giraudoux Copy Share Image
