Tragedy Is Clean, It Is Restful, It

Chacun De Nous A Un Jour, Plus Ou Moins Triste, Plus Ou Moins Lointain, O U' Il Doit Enfin Accepter D'e" Tre Un Homme. There Will Come A Day For Each Of Us, More Or Less Sad, More Or Less Distant, Whenwe Must Accept The Condition Of Being Human.

Each Of Us Has A Day .. When He Has To Accept, Finally, The Fact That He Is A Man.

God Is On Everyone's Side... And In The Last Analysis, He Is On The Side With Plenty Of Money And Large Armies.

Inspiration Is A Farce That Poets Have Invented To Give Themselves Importance.

Life Is A Child Playing Round Your Feet, A Tool You Hold Firmly In Your Grip, A Bench You Sit Down Upon In The Evening, In Your Garden.