What Fun It Would Be To Be

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.

Life Consists Of Nothing More Than The Happiness We Can Get Out Of It.

The Object Of Art Is To Give Life Shape.

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.

My Wife Was An Opera Singer, You Know. She Bellowed Her Way Through Wagner As A Valkyrie. I Married Her And Made Her Give Up The Theatre, To My Eternal Cost. She Was To Go On Acting For Myself Alone. A Performance At His Own Expense, Lasting For More Than Twenty Years, Tends To Wear Out Your Spectator.