Believe me; all evil comes from the old. They grow fat on ideas and young men die of them. — Jean Anouilh Copy Share Image
Life isn't what you think it is. It's like water, and the young let it trickle away between their fingers without even noticing. Cup your hands, keep it safe. Life eventually becomes something else, something hard, something simple, something you… — Jean Anouilh Copy Share Image
“I spit on your happiness! I spit on your idea of life--that life that must go on, come what may. You are all like… — Jean Anouilh Copy Share Image
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… — Jean Anouilh Copy Share Image
Propaganda is a soft weapon; hold it in your hands too long, and it will move about like a snake, and strike the other… — Jean Anouilh Copy Share Image
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… — Jean Anouilh Copy Share Image
Life consists of nothing more than the happiness we can get out of it. — Jean Anouilh Copy Share Image
Each of us has a day .. when he has to accept, finally, the fact that he is a man. — Jean Anouilh Copy Share Image
We have found other terms far less vague than the old ones to designate the same complaints. It's a great advance linguistically. — Jean Anouilh Copy Share Image
One can be a patriot, you know, without making one's wife join the breadline. — Jean Anouilh Copy Share Image
All prisons are brimming over with innocence. It is those who cram their fellows into them, in the name of empty ideas, who are… — Jean Anouilh Copy Share Image
