The Object Of Art Is To Give

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.

I Like Reality. It Tastes Like Bread.

A Good Actor Must Never Be In Love With Anyone But Himself.

We Poison Our Lives With Fear Of Burglary And Shipwreck, And, Ask Anyone, The House Is Never Burgled, And The Ship Never Goes Down.

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.