|Name: Jean Anouilh||Find on Amazon India: Link|
|Nationality: French||Find on Amazon: Link|
I like reality. It tastes like bread.
One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose.
Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy – and that is life.
Nothing is irreparable in politics.
Men create real miracles when they use their God-given courage and intelligence.
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.
Life is very nice, but it lacks form. It’s the aim of art to give it some.
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.
Life has a way of setting things in order and leaving them be. Very tidy, is life.
Have you noticed that life, with murders and catastrophes and fabulous inheritances, happens almost exclusively in newspapers?
Inspiration is a farce that poets have invented to give themselves importance.
All evil comes from the old.They grow fat on ideas and young men die of them.
God is on everyone’s side… and in the last analysis, he is on the side with plenty of money and large armies.
Every man thinks god is on his side.
Our entire life – consists ultimately in accepting ourselves as we are.
Beauty is one of the rare things which does not lead to doubt of God.
Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute! Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Only engage, and then the mind grows heated. Begin, and then the work will be completed.
An ugly sight, a man who is afraid.
What you get free costs too much.
A genius knows how to make himself easily understood without being obvious about it.
A good actor must never be in love with anyone but himself.
It takes a certain courage and a certain greatness to be truly base.
When you are forty, half of you belongs to the past… And when you are seventy, nearly all of you.
Some men like to make a little garden out of life and walk down a path.
Talent is like a faucet, while it is open, one must write.
The only immorality is not to do what one has to do when one has to do it.
There is love of course. And then there’s life, its enemy.
Things are beautiful if you love them.
To say yes, you have to sweat and roll up your sleeves and plunge both hands into life up to the elbows. It is easy to say no, even if saying no means death.
Tragedy is restful: and the reason is that hope, that foul, deceitful thing, has no part in it.
Until the day of his death, no man can be sure of his courage.
What fun it would be to be poor, as long as one was excessively poor! Anything in excess is most exhilarating.
We poison our lives with fear of burglary and shipwreck, and, ask anyone, the house is never burgled, and the ship never goes down.
With God, what is terrible is that one never knows whether it’s not just a trick of the devil.
Propaganda is a soft weapon; hold it in your hands too long, and it will move about like a snake, and strike the other way.