Quotes By Jean Anouilh

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.

All evil comes from the old.They grow fat on ideas and young men die of them.

It takes a certain courage and a certain greatness to be truly base.

God is on everyone's side... and in the last analysis, he is on the side with plenty of money and large armies.

A good actor must never be in love with anyone but himself.

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.

Until the day of his death, no man can be sure of his courage.

One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose.

Every man thinks god is on his side.

What fun it would be to be poor, as long as one was excessively poor! Anything in excess is most exhilarating.

Men create real miracles when they use their God-given courage and intelligence.

Life is very nice, but it lacks form. It's the aim of art to give it some.

An ugly sight, a man who is afraid.

Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy - and that is life.

The only immorality is not to do what one has to do when one has to do it.

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.

With God, what is terrible is that one never knows whether it's not just a trick of the devil.

Life has a way of setting things in order and leaving them be. Very tidy, is life.

What you get free costs too much.

When you are forty, half of you belongs to the past... And when you are seventy, nearly all of you.

Our entire life - consists ultimately in accepting ourselves as we are.

Things are beautiful if you love them.

A genius knows how to make himself easily understood without being obvious about it.

I like reality. It tastes like bread.

Have you noticed that life, with murders and catastrophes and fabulous inheritances, happens almost exclusively in newspapers?

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.

Tragedy is restful: and the reason is that hope, that foul, deceitful thing, has no part in it.

We poison our lives with fear of burglary and shipwreck, and, ask anyone, the house is never burgled, and the ship never goes down.

There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.