When you are forty, half of you belongs to the past... And when you are seventy, nearly all of you.
Jean AnouilhIn your efforts to dazzle us your reasoning has gone awry. You know very well that love is, above all, the gift of oneself.
Jean AnouilhWhen you are forty, half of you belongs to the past... And when you are seventy, nearly all of you.
Jean AnouilhIn your efforts to dazzle us your reasoning has gone awry. You know very well that love is, above all, the gift of oneself.
Jean Anouilh