Jean Anouilh
Jean Anouilh
Jean Marie Lucien Pierre Anouilhwas a French dramatist whose career spanned five decades. Though his work ranged from high drama to absurdist farce, Anouilh is best known for his 1943 play Antigone, an adaptation of Sophocles' classical drama, that was seen as an attack on Marshal Pétain's Vichy government. One of France's most prolific writers after World War II, much of Anouilh's work deals with themes of maintaining integrity in a world of moral compromise...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth23 June 1910
CountryFrance
All evil comes from the old. They grow fat on ideas and young men die of them.
Until the day of his death no man can be sure of his courage.
Each of us has a day .. when he has to accept, finally, the fact that he is a man.
Believe me; all evil comes from the old. They grow fat on ideas and young men die of them.
God! Is there anything uglier than a frightened man!
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 it's enough to be just a little bit wounded and sad in order to obtain everything without fighting for it.
An ugly sight, a man who is afraid.
Every man thinks God is on his side. The rich and powerful know he is.
Men create real miracles when they use their God-given courage and intelligence.
Some men like to make a little garden out of life and walk down a path
Listen, my friend, there are two races of beings. The masses teeming and happy /common clay, if you like /eating, breeding, working, counting their pennies; people who just live; ordinary people; people you can't imagine dead. And then there are the others /the noble ones, the heroes. The ones you can quite well imagine lying shot, pale and tragic; one minute triumphant with a guard of honor, and the next being marched away between two gendarmes.
Listen, my friend, there are two races of beings. The masses teeming and happy --common clay, if you like --eating, breeding, working, counting their pennies; people who just live; ordinary people; people you can't imagine dead. And then there are the others --the noble ones, the heroes. The ones you can quite well imagine lying shot, pale and tragic; one minute triumphant with a guard of honor, and the next being marched away between two gendarmes.
What fun it would be to be poor, as long as one was excessively poor! Anything in excess is most exhilarating
When you are forty, half of you belongs to the past . . . And when you are seventy, nearly all of you.