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 the two of them. Nothing is handed on from one to the other. — 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
