Jean Anouilh

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

It bothered me that whatever was waiting wasn't waiting for me

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

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

The object of art is to give life shape.

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

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.

Death is beautiful. It alone gives love its true habitat.

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

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

Our entire life, with our fine moral code and our precious freedom, consists ultimately in accepting ourselves as we are.